When you live alone
Oct. 8th, 2009 09:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susandennisWhen 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.
