I have goosebumps–not because I’m afraid or cold. I have goosebumps because I’m waiting in anticipation for the weekend.
It’s strange. I’m not really a party-goer. More of a home bird, I like to spend my weekends lazing about at home, trying out new restaurants, watching back-to-back episodes of House M.D., and catching up with friends ( but only sometimes).
What’s strange is that people assume that to enjoy a weekend, one needs to be a party hopper. Responses “What are you doing tonight?” are looked at with condescension when I say “Nothing much. Just plan to sleep in early.”
“Loser!” is what I know they’re thinking but don’t have the gall to say it aloud. But, I think they’re losers, for not believing that life is about enjoying your own company, about being content where you are and with what you’re doing.
I don’t go look for happiness like you do. Happiness comes to me, because I wait for it with an open heart and mind.
Have a good weekend guys–especially those who plan to do nothing but laze and be by yourself!