When you live alone
Oct. 8th, 2009 09:02 amWhen you live alone, you can make your own rules. It's a great perk. Whenever my mother was asked if I had ever remarried she would answer, 'no, and she probably never will - she likes to be in charge of the tv remote'. And, indeed I do.
I was still a kid when I saw this movie about a girl raised by her father on a tiny boat. I remember the girl was played by Hailey Mills. They had a simple, rustic and isolated, but good life. At some point, another kid comes to stay on the boat - a city kid who, the first night, changes into pajamas. Hailey Mills is astonished. "You wear an entirely different set of clothes just to sleep in??? For heaven's sake, why??"
That stuck with me like glue. And has caused me to rethink stuff I might have taken for granted otherwise. I often sleep in the clothes I have worn all day if they are comfortable and sleep worthy. I drink my coffee out of an insulated travel mug and I rarely wash it. I may rinse it out once in a while but I just refill it ever day with coffee (I drink my coffee naked - no cream, no sugar).
I have a people me and a regular me. The people me is very conscious of other people. I have a list of things I don't do/say/wear around other people that I might well do/say/wear when the door is closed on my condo. I think everyone does this but I think when you live alone, the list is longer and, it becomes more difficult to remember when people are around.
The internets have made this even more challenging. Most if not all of the people reading this have never met me face to face. I can wear what I want, fart out loud, talk to myself, and make funny faces while I type these words and no one will be offended, annoyed or surprised cause they won't know. It's my kind of people crowd.
Here's where you get the point, the punchline, the reason for this entry. Except, I don't really have one. I've just had these thoughts rattling around in my brain for a couple of days and I thought I'd let them out so something even more useless can get in there.
You are welcome.
I was still a kid when I saw this movie about a girl raised by her father on a tiny boat. I remember the girl was played by Hailey Mills. They had a simple, rustic and isolated, but good life. At some point, another kid comes to stay on the boat - a city kid who, the first night, changes into pajamas. Hailey Mills is astonished. "You wear an entirely different set of clothes just to sleep in??? For heaven's sake, why??"
That stuck with me like glue. And has caused me to rethink stuff I might have taken for granted otherwise. I often sleep in the clothes I have worn all day if they are comfortable and sleep worthy. I drink my coffee out of an insulated travel mug and I rarely wash it. I may rinse it out once in a while but I just refill it ever day with coffee (I drink my coffee naked - no cream, no sugar).
I have a people me and a regular me. The people me is very conscious of other people. I have a list of things I don't do/say/wear around other people that I might well do/say/wear when the door is closed on my condo. I think everyone does this but I think when you live alone, the list is longer and, it becomes more difficult to remember when people are around.
The internets have made this even more challenging. Most if not all of the people reading this have never met me face to face. I can wear what I want, fart out loud, talk to myself, and make funny faces while I type these words and no one will be offended, annoyed or surprised cause they won't know. It's my kind of people crowd.
Here's where you get the point, the punchline, the reason for this entry. Except, I don't really have one. I've just had these thoughts rattling around in my brain for a couple of days and I thought I'd let them out so something even more useless can get in there.
You are welcome.
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Date: 2009-10-08 04:58 pm (UTC)Finally someone who gets it! I have a Naked Coffee Mug at home, which gets similar treatment for similar reasons. My wife basically copes by trying not to think about it much, but I know she doesn't approve.
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Date: 2009-10-08 05:10 pm (UTC)HUGS!
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Date: 2009-10-08 05:19 pm (UTC)At this point, I am what I am. In my next life, I may make some changes... but mainly cosmetic - smaller ass, fewer chins - I think.
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Date: 2009-10-08 06:07 pm (UTC)Plus farting whenever I want is awesome.
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Date: 2009-10-08 06:10 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-10-08 06:41 pm (UTC);-)
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Date: 2009-10-08 09:15 pm (UTC)You make complete sense to me.
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Date: 2009-10-08 11:48 pm (UTC)I've lived alone now for four years and I love it.
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Date: 2009-10-09 02:07 am (UTC)My brother is the near-invisible roommate, so it's pretty close to living alone and I can be the slob I want to be. Just can't run around naked unless he's out of town.
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Date: 2009-10-09 02:11 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-10-09 12:17 pm (UTC)Like the poster above, taking out the trash is the downside to living alone. I have a pile near my door that keeps growing.
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Date: 2009-10-09 02:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-10-10 06:08 am (UTC).
This was interesting to read. There are some things I do miss about living alone -- for instance, the freedom to keep the TV off and crank my music, which I did a lot more when I lived alone. But, farting? Shobhit and I both do that whenever we want, whether the other is around or not. Also, we both sleep nude and we both regularly hang out around the condo nude. So much of it, when living with someone else, is really compatibility (in fact, after all the time I've spent thinking about the ways in which Shobhit and I are incompatible, this is making me think of all the ways we actually are compatible, when it comes to day to day living). In certain ways, living with Shobhit is actually just like living alone.
There's a big difference, though, between living with someone with whom you're in a relationship, and simply having a roommate -- something I would be happy never to do again. This is why I hate it when Sachin spends the night -- I always have to be dressed!
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living alone rocks
Date: 2009-10-11 09:10 am (UTC)