What a week

What a week it has been. Lesson for week 8 in MKF 2111, changes in the makeup of a typical household with an emphasis in the proliferation of single-person household. I asked the class, what is the most apparent need for single-person households and they sung all at once – social needs.

So here I am, on a Sunday afternoon sitting in my lounge over some promptly prepared pasta and stir-fried spinach – a perfect description of a weekend of a single-person household. Maslow will claim that I can’t climb up the hierarchy if I don’t satisfy this niggling tension of pure loneliness. What is a guy to do? My energy is rather spent and the echoing voice in me tells me that ‘wouldn’t it be nice to just spend some time with yourself?’ I wish that the voice can manifest in some physical form so that I can punch it in the gut.

The past week has been nothing less than daunting. No, not that I didn’t enjoy myself, but I feel sapped from the physical and emotional exhaustion. I had two ladies staying at my place for five days. Oh the pleasure I had just to play host; make breakfast; place little chocolate boxes on their pillows, the pleasure was all mine. It was delightful to be able to show them around my second home, with day trips from Ballarat to the Great Ocean Road. Just watching the childlike joy on their faces when the penguins came to shore made it all worthwhile.

I also had my bit of emotional roller coaster ride. Sometimes I feel that my naivety shows in the world of relationships. The learning process is painful, yet bitter-sweet. I guess there is so much more I can do to grow up.