Umm, yeah - that's not the point. It's not about time, although that, obviously, plays a part. Having a full-time job, a one-hour each way commute, no car, a mini-fridge, no freezer, what's basically a camping stove, having to shop and cook every day because of lack of storage space, and being veggie does make the practical part more time-consuming.
But it's not really about that - I think it's about the fact that my choices for how to run my life, and everything that that life(style) entails, are now pretty much at polar opposites from what they used to be, and from what my friends' are.
I guess I'm just being made to feel guilty about my choices. When I choose not to go out, because I need my sleep, or because the longer I'm awake, the hungrier I am, and the longer I have to deal with being hungry (and thus grumpy), people feel that I'm rejecting THEM, and that I'm weighing the pleasure of spending time with them against my desire to sleep (which, of course, I can do LATER, like everyone else, can't I - just pull an all-nighter!). I suppose there aren't many people who'd like to think they are less interesting than sleep, or cooking brocolli or chick peas. They just can't understand that I CAN'T pull an all-nighter - I can't cope on less sleep than I already get, that I am fricking HUNGRY all the time, that having to sit in a restaurant and watch them eat, EVEN if I take my own food, which I've done, is unnecessary torture. That even if I sit there, I won't be able to concentrate on THEM completely, so I may as well not be there.
Mainly I just want to get on with my goals, throw myself in completely, and the people who have known me a while are wondering where I suddenly went, and why they suddenly don't seem to feature in my life. They still want me to be there for them, but not as this new person. I'm not there mentally and emotionally in the same way anymore. I feel like I just can't GIVE like I used to - not intensely. It's easier if you just spread it lightly around ...
I dunno - I'm confused. I'm upset at being called heartless for following my goals with intense passion. I feel sad that some people I love are getting left behind. There's no connection anymore. I feel like I can't talk about my passion at all, because no-one understands, and they get bored - and ONLY talking about what others find interesting gets trying after a while.
I've just got to roll with the punches, huh? And follow my heart. Life is flux. I'll know soon enough what's worth what, I guess. If it's heartless, then heartless I'll be ...
Thanks for the "heart-y" responses
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