Running around naked.
Taking a long hot bath whenever I wanted.
Eating whatever and whenever I wanted.
Blasting music whenever I wanted.
Not having to answer to anybody about my comings and goings.
Privacy. I miss the privacy of living alone.
Check and check. Wait, is crackers and cheese for dinner really crazy? If so, I’m close to certifiable. I always say I eat like a bachelor. Learned it from my dad. I have fond memories of some of our more non-standard meals.
I’ve had ice cream and popcorn for dinner. And cereal, that’s my plan for tonight.
This thread has convinced me that I need to find someone else living alone and become friends with them and do the whole platonic life partner thing. I’m not interested in a romantic relationship but I get lonely sometimes. I also love having my own space.
Living alone means I put things where I want them to be, and I only clean what bothers me. And I do whatever I want whenever I want.
I guess I do, basically, live alone. I live downstairs, husband stays in his room/man cave and reads or watches crappy movies. He despises TV and claims the living room furniture hurts his back, so he stays upstairs. When he gets bored he comes down to eat, get a soda, and chat with me about what he’s reading. I realize this is no kind of life and is abnormal, but it’s been over 20 years. We’re both disgruntled loners, but we are in the same house should an emergency or an outbreak of conversation arise.
Being female and eating largely vegetarian, I can get a bit - farty. They’re not delicate little girl farts, either. It’s nice to let them loose freely when home alone. (who let those geese loose in here?) I’ve contemplated how I’ll handle that one day when I’m living with a partner. Maybe it won’t matter, maybe it will. I would also likely curtail the pants-free dish washing, cooking and lounging. Maybe I’ll just switch to a skirt.
I do also let the dishes go a bit longer than I should, and sometimes use all the pots and pans I own before washing them. With a partner or even a roommate, I would never do that to them. I go in spurts of being a neat-nick with everything cleaned before bed, or will sometimes go a couple weeks doing the bare minimum of which dishes are not.
I miss not having to worry about being judged. I’m happy married, but I noticed that things that I never really cared much about are a HUGE deal to my wife. A lot of time our arguments revolve around things I do that bug her- that I absentmindedly leave the shower curtain open when I finish taking a shower (what if guests see our filthy shower/bathtub?! the HORROR! :eek: ), leaving dirty socks in the family room, leaving the pantry doors open, forgetting to lock the door when I come inside, petty stuff.
For things she does that bug me, its leaving filthy dishes in the sink and letting them crust up over 48 hours (urgh!), trying on an outfit, then depositing it on our bedroom floor leaving me unable to tell which clothes of hers are dirty and which she just didn’t want to wear that particular day, and having to hear telenovelas on every evening when I come home from work (plus fighting over what channel to watch).
We also have a single broadband adapter, which means only one of us can use the internet at a time, which is a battle in of itself.
You can’t easily get a multi-port adapter/router that you can plug several computers into, and use them all on-line at the same time?
I started to write a response, but I got really depressed thinking about how much better it was living alone.
Walking around naked.
Loud music.
Spending a couple of hours in the bath with a book.
Leaving half eaten meals around, that I finish off later.
Having friends stay with no notice.
Coming home drunk.
Hogging the P.C.
Going to sleep on the couch.
Oh, and smearing the walls with my own excrement, dressed as a Scotsman while masturbating furiously and screaming loudly.
Nearly forgot that one.
Hmmm…I live with my husband and we wash the dishes with no pants on, fart freely, walk around naked, play loud music, occasionally have ludicrous things for dinner, sometimes come home drunk…do you really have to live alone to do these things? Maybe it’s different if you have kids.
One thing I do a little differently when he’s not around is watch stupid movies that I know he doesn’t like. I like watching the same movies over and over and he hates watching something he’s seen already. It’s fine though, because I know he likes watching Metalocalypse when I’m not there.
I can’t remember the last time I poured a drink in a glass and drank it like a normal adult (as opposed to drinking the orange juice right out of the carton, the Coke right out of the 2-liter bottle, or the water right out of the jug).
I have been living alone with a roommate for more than 7 years now. We throw ideas back and forth, talk of things that no one could speak of without a fight. We leave dishes and in our way when it bugs us we wash then, we flush or don’t at our discression without problems, and if there is something that bothers us we speak of it and explain the reasons and each of us take responsibility to change or not on our own time. Don’t get me wrong I’ve made it clear the door is unlocked and that roommate is free to leave whenever they feel they are not love or cared for or not being treated fairly. When they want to stay up all nite on computer OK with me. The only thing is the noise level goes below 20 dbl level after 11 PM. MY self I wake at all times at night and do what I want to do with no problems either, just watch the noise level.
I get to jerk off whenever/wherever.
Also, I have no TV or cable. In fact, all I have in the living room is a couch and a desk to do my schoolwork on and this computer. I don’t think this would fly if I had a roomate living with me.