There's nothing more fearful than being alone in the world and falling in love. My friends tell me that it's quite surprising what a person is capable of when everything is said and done. I mean, at this point in life, I'm so comfortable with my lifestyle, I can't imagine what living with another person, in a strange part of town, would be like. But even that is not as scary as being evicted for one reason or another, and having to fend for myself without the helpful support of neighbors and friends I've come to love and respect. Falling in love would cause me to be dependent on another person. I'm scared of losing the person I decide to fall in love with because of some dump, immature tantrum I might feel obligated to express.