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It’s a real thing.
Those of us who suffer from it know the symptoms well.
The inability to stay put in one location for very long. Sometimes we move a lot, sometimes — as in my case — it just involves traveling. Everywhere. Often.
We own motorcycles. And convertibles. We drive with the tops down. And the windows. And the music loud. We dance in our cars.
We take the roads less traveled and care more about The Journey than The Destination. Because we know this is what gives us Our High.
We need to breathe. All the way down to the bottom of our lungs. We don’t do well with micro-managers. At work. At home. At play. In any relationship we have.
We are not afraid to be Alone. In fact, most of the time, that is exactly Our Desired State Of Being. There is no Peace quite like the Peace Of Solitude.
Eleutheromaniacs are easy enough to spot in Real Life. We are the people sitting alone at a bar or restaurant with a “Yes, that seat is taken — by my purse. So no, you can’t sit there.” Attitude. We take ourselves out to concerts, shows, and the movies. In truth, we are our own favorite date.
We are The Single Friend everyone has in Their Group. The one that bristles when you try to fix them up with your sister’s husband’s cousin’s best friend.
