1 is the loneliest number...

One of the worst parts about being single - for me - is not having anyone to talk to. I mean, yeah, my coupled-up and married friends * say * they're available for chats...but are they really? No. The answer is: no.

I get it: they're busy. They have work and hobbies and significant others and events to attend and adventures to plan and go on, so yeah, making time for people who don't fit into those categories [...or better yet: invited to attend or partake in some of those catagories] is hard. 

Whatever.

We're all on our own unique, special, individual journeys - some are just lucky enough to have a co-pilot. 

So while I'm trying to figure out my next move/get my life together, I find that the person I really need to speak with is... me. I need to talk to myself; to keep it real and honest. But is it okay to keep saying things to myself outloud? I mean, at what point does talking to myself in a passing whisper of jumbled thoughts become a full-fledged, 2-way conversation? Is it normal to feel this crazy??

I don't know a lot - I'll be the first to admit it. What I do know is this: I'm probably too old to reasonably justify the existence of an imaginary friend. So...who is it okay to talk to if/when I'm by myself??

This is my current dilemma.