When you’re poured into an airplane seat as you prepare to spend the next six hours hurtling across our great nation in a giant metal tube praying Bernoulli seriously had his shit together, sometimes you just want to be alone.
What better time than to pick up a copy of the hilarious new anthology, “I Just Want to Be Alone.”
This is the second volume, a companion piece to “I Just Want to Pee Alone.” The first was a compilation of stories discussing motherhood mishaps (a topic with which I am intimately familiar), so I jumped at the chance to check this one out.
Don’t worry if you haven’t read Volume 1 yet. Sit back with the multitude of tales about relationships and then go back to the future with the first volume that delves into the delights of parenthood.
For round two, the group of 37 awesome writers took to the topic of the men in their lives. (A dangerous subject to broach…)
Don’t get us wrong, we love the men in our lives – we do (most of the time). It’s just that sometimes we would like them to go away. Not forever or anything like that. Just for an hour … or a day … or a weekend. We want some time to ourselves to read a good book or take a walk or do anything other than try to make a dent in the never ending mound of dirty clothes that keeps piling up on his side of the bed. We just want to be alone. All alone. Is that too much to ask? I Just Want to Be Alone is a collection of humorous essays from 37 of the most Super Cool Lady Writers you’ll find on the web.
The book begins with a (not-so) apologetic note, and assures us that consent to share such stories was obtained by all the aforementioned men in their lives.
Yes, there are many stereotypes that come to mind. No, this is not a male-bashing book.
This is a well-written collection of “funny because they’re true” stories that tell the tales of what real relationships are like. There are ups and downs (not to mention sideways-es), but through it all these couples stand by one another as if to prove you’ve got to find the humor of the situation.
Every story is unique. You may not find yourself relating to, or even agreeing with, all of the tales to be told – yet in some philosophical way they remind us that we’re all part of the same circus, just under different tents. (Me? I married the hot dog boy.)
In every essay (seriously – Every. One.) I found myself laughing out loud (as in an actual audible guffaw, not the typical “lol” we see bandied abut so often). And really, we all need more laughter in our lives.
Find a place to squirrel away and read. Actually – better yet, find a public place to read it since that will give you the opportunity to read your favorite passages out loud to anyone within earshot. Those around you will appreciate it. Or leave. In which case you’ll have some alone time to enjoy.