My head really IS a jukebox.

The first thing I thought of when I heard the title for the week (besides singing this song in goofy voices in college, ironic in intent, I SWEAR), was the creepy Bette Midler song about "God is watching us." Granted, it's supposedly from a distance, but still? Always? "He" is watching? Well, as we know from the wisdom of Heather Graham, porn star, God wants us to have sex and the universe is not run by a big perv. And since the movie (The Guru) has a Bollywood version of "You're the one that I want" from the movie Grease (the song is NOT in the original stage version), it must be right. How could a movie with that much random dancing be wrong?

The second thought was that **I** can never again be alone in my head because of Cathy (bitch) and David Hasselhoff. Have you seen the ooga-chakka "hooked on a feeling?" I'm NOT linking. I don't hate the world enough to inflict the horror on other people. But I cannot lose him or get him and his floaty, German-engineered self out of my head. Bastard. And it IS Cathy's fault.

So, when I'm alone, and that is frequently, by choice, I am not really alone because I have a mental jukebox. It is, frankly, filled with crap and on super-ultra random mode. I don't control it.

But for the most part? I like being alone. I admit it. I live alone with cats. I live in a house that I purchase one year ago by myself because I'm not waiting for things to happen. Things don't happen. You make choices and the outcomes of those choices are your life.

I guess if I'd really wanted to, I could be married by now. Not to the right person, not to someone I could really see living with for the rest of my natural life, but I could be married, if that's what I wanted. Being single is highly underrated. As anyone who has been in a Relationship that isn't working could tell you (so, pretty much, as anyone could tell you), it really is better to be alone that be with the wrong person (or people. No judgements...). I'm dating, which is a version of hell -- what with the questions Susan talks about and all, but there is something to making connections -- seeing the world from the points of view of others. It's what the blog is about. This is 4 sides of the same phrase. I love it. It's what Truly Disappointing is about, too, but with less control of subject matter.

In Chinese philosophy/religion (Confucianism, I'm pretty sure), a person is the sum of her relationships. We are defined by the points at which our lives touch other people's lives. I like that. It makes us each more than marital and family status -- that web includes the people you choose to welcome into your life -- your friends.