It's official. I've more or less actually tried being what I've threatened to do for a number of years. I gave an honest go to being a hermit. and I have failed. miserably.
I can't handle it. Absolutely, positively, cannot fucking do it. Too much silence, too much alone time, no contact with a variety of people or other beings, either gives me the fidgets or freaks me out.
..and here I thought I was an introvert. Maybe not. Perhaps I'm an extrovert masquerading as an introvert? If that's the case, then, why?
So I got into the car to have a think & drive about this.
Where do I wind up, but at the animal shelter. It was open. I walked in, and immediately felt like I'd come home, walking amongst the creatures. Puppies, adolescent dogs, old dogs, naughty dogs. Cats, kittens..all ages, stages and temperaments. Being me, I went and said hi to everyone of the 4-legged variety. There were a few creatures I'd have brought home if I didn't have to contend with the reaction of Lou.
..and it hit me, once again. What I want most of all is a cats-only boarding facility. It's not like I don't have the handling skills and the love for the animals and the work. I do have the handling skills, and they've been honed over many years with the young, the old, and the weird.
It's my dream, to have that in my home. I would be happy, I could be as soft-spoken as I wanted to be, and it would be just noisy enough that I wouldn't get the creeps. Plus, it pays well, and I'd definitely be all set with that. I'd just have to make sure Lou didn't mix with the boarding kitties.
I shall have to look into this further. :)
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