This week I am (officially) annoyed at being in a relationship. Every time I try to have alone time or space it seems to be interrupted. And lately (more than usual) I have been feeling the stinging realization that I am not single. Like really not single. Like can’t escape into your own apartment single. Like we’re on a family cell phone plane together. Like we’re moving to New York come this spring together. Like, this is it, together.
I only feel this way when I’m trying to be creative or have some me time. The juices are flowing (so to speak) and my creativity is interrupted by “cat talk” –the cat person’s version of “baby talk.” I’m trying to read my New Yorker here.
my literal notes
I know it doesn’t seem important to you, but I’m absorbing something that I’ve worked to enjoy. I made dinner. I cleaned the dishes. I want to read The New Yorker without having the TV turned on next to me. Hearing “Ohhhh baby girl (to the cat), you’re so sweet. You’re the sweetest. Did you know that?” I’m trying to take notes (literally) on the Lowline Project, Emily Nussbaum, and a Tennessee William’s play I want to read. The TV blaring next to me really isn’t helping my cognitive absorption. I’m having a surge of creativity and inspiration, and I want to explore it…NOW. Not tend to your questions or your own blabbering. Plus, my anxiety of being behind 10-12 New Yorkers at any given time is not helping matters.
I think I’m being stupid.
I think I’m just being reactionary.
I know I’m on my period.
I know I need to get sexed* up.
But DAMNIT are all fleeting waves of complex annoying emotions the result of uterus hemorrhaging, or are they REAL? These are the First World questions that haunt me.
Am I annoyed. Or am I Annoyed. ANNOYED is how I feel.
Yours questioning the merits of irrational annoyances,
25swf
*It’s been like three weeks. That’s just not right.
25 Single White Female 
Hey I stumbled across your blog today. I know I don’t know you at all, but I’m curious…how long have you been together with your “cat talker”? I know this is just my two cents…but I can tell you from experience that if you’re already annoyed at someone for something like personal space reasons, it’s only going to grow when you move far away with them. If I could give you advice based on a past relationship of mine, it would be to get out now, buuuut again, your situation might be totally different.
Hi Sara! I’m glad you stumbled upon this blog! I appreciate your opinion and I can tell ya…I definitely know what you mean. Personal space issues never go away. BUT fortunately, I would like to say I’ve grown from my past relationships (the many of them) and I’m figuring things out…like 1) ranting helps 2) talking to him about it helps more 3) admitting I’m annoyed is the hardest part. 😉 Also, there should be something like some kind of sex timer to keep couples in check, and when it goes off, all bets are off…no matter the time, place, or outfit. Perhaps I am crude (an understatement really), but sometimes we just need to be reminded.
Oh, and the time between sex? It also only grows. Bad news, girl. 😉