Nobody answers when you yell:
GODDAMMIT! Who didnt refill the icecube tray?
(Yes, I discovered this one tonight)
The sex is pretty predictable.
April Fools prank take more effort.
No one will bring you toilet paper.
Navigating through all the clothing, dishes, porno and half-empty take-out containers on the floors just to get to the toilet in the middle of the night, and the light switches are never where you think they are.
FAP FAP FAP
I actually have planned for this. My pack of Costco TP is right there in the bottom drawer, and I can reach it without getting up.
HA! I’ve planned for that, too! The route from bed to toilet is clear!
Everyone else assumes you have nothing better to do than cater to their needs as an on-call servant.
yes, this is getting to be a real problem with me. As if being single means I never have anything to do.
Nobody to call 911 if you take a big hit of pot and can’t catch your breath.
HA! I’ve planned for that, too! The route from bed to toilet is clear!
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Mine would be clear too, but where else could I put all the empty beer cans?
I think the biggest downside is just that if you die, you could end up being one of those people whose body isn’t discovered for months or years after you died. Other than that, though, it’s pretty awesome.
Ya know, I can’t be arsed about much that’s gonna happen after I’m dead; I’m just gonna go with “it totally fucking rocks”.
I rent an apartment, so I think that apartment management would come by after I had gone too long without making a monthly rent payment.
Still would be quite a few weeks, though.
My partner travels a lot on business. And when he’s at home, he lives next door to me. So I kinda qualify as “living alone.”
The main thing for me is that people keep visiting or inviting me over, thinking that I can’t take care of myself alone. Like I don’t know how to cook or otherwise find food to eat. Other than that, I LOVE living alone. And I’m never really alone anyway: I’ve got two cats, and my partner has two dogs, which I have to feed and walk.
I just sent a message to my landlords because I haven’t seen the girl in the next apartment for about 3 weeks. I normally see her at least once a week. Now I haven’t seen her in a while, and I’m concerned. i actually knocked on her door tonight and got no answer. Yikes.
Amateur. Just throw the bundle on the floor in front of the john. (Pun alert)… it makes a nice stool.
Word!
Actually I have several friends who live alone, like me. We have a habit of checking in with each other every day or two.
Friend/neighbor across the street called me at work last March to ask me to stop and pick him up a pack of smokes. He is disabled, doesn’t drive. An hour or so later, I was at his front door. I knocked, rang the bell and then called him when he didn’t come to the door. Which I thought was weird, since he was jonesing for a smoke. So I left them on his porch and went home.
Found out the next day he’d had a massive stroke and was in hospital. Thank God, his sister came by shortly after I did, let herself in and found him on the floor unable to move. He’s more or less OK now but what if she hadn’t come by? So now there’s an emergency key to his house stashed under a rock. Just in case.
The only one I can think of is when you lose something, it’s always your fault and you can’t yell “Where did you put the <item>?!?” Doubly frustrating. :mad: 
Well, you can yell it, but the cat never tells you.The mess is yours. Clothes on the floor? Spill in the fridge? Footprints on the sofa? Disturbing stains on the wall?
Unless you live with a poltergeist, in which case it’s not your fault.
The only real downside I’ve encountered is being really sick or hurt. I fell not too long ago and hit my tailbone really hard. It would have been very nice to have someone bring me a glass of water and not have to get up for it or help me to the bathroom.
Other than that I really need to password protect my computer one of these days lest I croak and a relative come to dispose of my things and decides to checkout what I have bookmarked.
Likewise, that 1/2 gallon of milk I found in the refrigerator last week, dated January, 2013.
I’ll confess that I’ve worried about that. OTOH, in 2010 I had housemates, and the 13-year-old grandson of one of them was temporarily staying with us. For the three days after my hernia surgery, this housemate was sending his grandson up to my room every 30 minutes to see if I needed anything, and that got really annoying, really quickly. “Yes! I’m fine! I don’t need anything!” (It was very minor surgery and I recovered from it very quickly.)
Heh. I have an entirely separate account on my computer for looking at “questionable” stuff, and I always log out of that account when I’m done.