*Originally posted by Mnementh *
Do this in a pool, and you might have the basis for a system of government.
[sub]I really hope somebody gets that…[/sub]
I guess I’m not nearly as interesting to myself as some of you other dopers are to yourselves. One thing I apparently am able to take advantage of is the fact that I share my own apartment with myself, so as soon as I get home from work, dinner, clubbing, concerts, etc. I strip and stay stripped until I have to leave my apartment again. I sleep naked, watch TV naked, do the housework naked, heck I’m naked right now!! Funny that I have to wear something to do laundry, though, since I have to use the building’s laundry room. I suppose I could try it… nah. I don’t think the old ladies in the building would find that very amusing.
I live alone, and have an office rather than a cubicle, so to me “when no one else is around” means solitude physically away from home and work. No phone, no net, no neighbours.
I love to paddle out to Victoria Island on Lake Superior and nestle down in a cove looking out to Isle Royal. The sun crosses over the entrance of the cove, waves surging in have formed a marvellous rumbling cobble beach, and not much of anything happens. I just sit. I don’t work. I don’t read. I don’t think. I just sit and watch and listen and feel. I lose myself into the world around me. And people are not part of that world.
I also love to hike out with a keyboard to a sand beach at Prince and Jarvis on Superior. As I look out over the waters, and look up at the cliffs, I wonder what it was like living here three hundred years ago, when only a handful of Europeans had visited the area. I wonder what their world view was. And then I play Bach, and I wonder what his world view was. And I marvel at what he created and what baroque music in general might have meant to people who went to the ends of the earth, so very far from Europe’s churches and courts. I wonder how my own family felt, at that time leaving the courts of England for the first time in many hundreds of years, for an alien life in Barbados. I wonder if they felt that music spoke out to the land and the water saying I am more than an isolated animal, I am humanity in all its history and structure and wonder.
When I end my solitude and return to my friends, I find myself treasuring them, as if I am encountering them anew. They are all so very precious.
Aren’t the old ways effective enough? I already have cyanotic spehroids the size of grapefruits, thanks to you. Or rather, NO thanks to you!
[sub]And no, the above is NOT intended to be an admission as to what I do when no one else is around![/sub]
I’m not alone often enough - there’s usually either some dorky flatmate here, or liable to suddenly appear.
What I do when I’m alone:
- Play on my computer (internet, games, websites)
- Watch porn videos
- Draw
- I love to read, but the book I’m reading just now isn’t very compelling so it’s taking me a long time to finish
- Write (porn, little ideas, funny stuff, silly things, bits and pieces, and various doodads)
- Masturbate
- Daydream
- Waste time
- Stride around the house, talking out loud and gesticulating, while reliving my past or imagining scenarios from my immediate future
- Sleep
I write short stories that I later give to Marcie for her amusement.
No the old ways are not good enough. My field of choice is to make processes more efficient…call it job training.
St. Attila, sniker thanks.
whisper
I listen to really horrid music like NSync and Backstreet Boys when alone. Since I really don’t know the words, I just pretend I do, which makes it even worse. I think it’s a form of mental self-torture or something. When I’m mad at myself I listen to this music…heh.
[whiny Nsync voice]Every little thing I dooooo, never seems enough for yooooooou… [/whiny Nsync voice]
Aren’t I terrible? 
ducks and runs, dodging squishy old tomatoes
I also go through the cupboards and closets in my mom’s room, looking for hidden junk food.
MPATHG!!! “If I went around saying I was an emperor because some bitch threw a scimitar at me…”
Well, back to what I do when I’m alone…
sit around staring at the walls
read
sing lines from songs over and over and over in a boisterous but pretty singing voice
think about odd things and come up with random questions
sleep
look for things I just remembered I needed/wanted/thought of
watch silly movies
write
draw/paint
I dont get what my sword, boobies and a pool have to do with a government of any kind…
'splain?
Mnemoth: There was this chick, see, and she came up out of a lake, gave this sword to this guy, and from there came a whole bunch of cool stuff, like the Knights Who Say “Ni.”
Excuse me, that should be Mnementh. Duh.
Ah. Arthurian legend. I gotcha.
Of course, my boobies rarely make me think of the Lady of the Lake…
Better than Arthur, its Monty Python…I have a movie you need to rent.
Sing… but I won’t look in the mirror… I’m to shy…
But I don’t when people are around.