My addictive personality
Me: I’ve lived here close to 30 years.
Him: How’s that possible?
Me: Did it the same way as everyone else: At a rate of 60 minutes an hour, 24 hours a day, seven days a week. That’s how.
My friends around the way have the nicest apartment I’ve ever been to – on the Upper West Side or otherwise.
But, recently, I met up with a fella from my gym that has a pad along Central Park with some jaw-dropping views. My friends around the way still have the nicer pad but…man, it’s close.
Some other people stopped by and we all chatted for a bit.
It’s weird, I never have a problem meeting new people but who stays and who leaves my Venn Diagram is always a surprise to me.
While my friends make fun of me for my rules, I do think that it’s why so many people are willing to enter my Venn Diagram.
Because they know that I have standards I hold myself to. And those around me.
For example, there’s a reason why I’ve never done any hard drugs or have a strict three-date maximum rule: Because I have an addictive personality.
I, very easily, get addicted to things, ideas, people. Knew this since I was a kid and it was part of why I was a fat kid – I was addicted to food.
And, while it’s almost always a negative, it can be a positive: To wit, I got addicted to losing weight at 14, to the point that I went from 183 pounds to 123 pounds in six months. I lost 10 pounds a month, 2.5 pounds a week.
I got addicted to that number: 2.5. I had to lose 2.5 pounds a week. It wasn’t until a girl named Julia went up to me and said, “I’m worried about you. You don’t look well” that I realized that I was doing it again.
- I made it a goal to read every book one side of a library once. I did that.
- I wanted to teach myself German to high-intermediate. I did that.
- I wanted to know how to fix a car so I built one.
Never had a drop of alcohol or drugs in college. Didn’t eat fast food for 13 years. Never cursed either. Because of my rules. Shockingly, I still managed to have friends. Dear ones.
In fact, I didn’t curse for 28 years. I started again the day she died.
Anywho, the friend I was chatting with about this dealt with his own demons in his life and they cost him a great deal. He was married to two models and both marriages disintegrated.
He’s very wealthy but that matters less to him than his own peace of mind, so he lives a pretty simple life.
As for me, after she died, my
demons old gods all came calling and I was happy to see them. They, Gradgirl, and Daisy kept me company for a while.
Oh, my friend that I was just talking about has the third nicest apartment I’ve ever been in.
I need to up my game.
Him: Would you be willing to date someone that makes more money that you? I mean…a lot more money?
Me: Willing? That’s a weird question. Do you think my parents raised a moron? That’s the dream. (pointing at self) These looks aren’t gonna last forever, man.