Quirkyalone

Missed the movement. Have been living in China for four years turning thirty-five and wondering if there is something wrong with me, in between bouts of intensely enjoying solo travel, a close group of friends I played in a band with, and living alone with my cat.

Moved back to the states two weeks ago, partly because of the complete absence of any romantic potential in Asia, which I was afraid to even talk about without looking like I was selling out, because what does a confident single
person like myself even want to have to do with romance, except secretly everything?

Killing myself wondering if I have done the right thing because of my intense love of airports and solo international travel.

Stood up in my best friend’s wedding (which I really grumbled about, until I got there and saw how happy she was) on July 2 and found myself assigned to give the following Bible reading from Ecclesiastes:

“Two are better than one, for their partnership yields this advantage: if one falls, the other can help his companion up again; but woe to one who is alone and falls and does not have another to help. And if two lie side by side they keep each other warm; but how can one keep warm alone? And though one might overpower another, two can resist; a cord of three strands is not quickly snapped.”

Bloody hell!! and then I had to say, “THE WORD OF THE LORD.” It was all I could do not to play it for the massive comedy attack I felt.

Hit the road yesterday en route to a workshop. On the road, got bored with bad radio, stopped at a cut-rate book wholesaler in search of books on tape…

and blammo… “Quirkyalone” in the discount rack.

excuse my French, but holy fucking damn hell shit.

You get me, you get me, this is it, this is who I am. *Exactly.* Even stuff I hadn’t been able to verbalize for myself, even the seeming contradictions I couldn’t figure out. This book describes my psychology and motivations more
accurately than anything I have ever before seen. I just took the online quiz and tested way way way extreme. I am ordering three more copies to send to friends.

Damn, damn, DAMN fine work… outstanding… thank you, Sasha and folks. If I end up making the move I’m attempting to make to the Bay Area, you’ll see me at an event. Possibly with a fresh-baked pie or other ridiculous baked good to offer up to you in thanks…you have done a really, really good thing for me. I am weird, sure–alone, sure–but NOT THE ONLY ONE.

Love,
Amanda

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