I live alone.
Bit surprised by the amount of people who think it’s lonely to live alone. Couldn’t be further from the truth. You can feel lonely when you’re with your significant other, you can also feel alone when others aren’t around.
I’d be keen to hear stories from those who moved out from their parent’s place at a relatively late age (23-28) and whether they enjoy living alone as much as I do (I’m 25). I say this because:
It’s fucking fantastic.
I can boil the kettle whenever I want to, masturbate as loudly as I like and drink until the world crumbles around you. Wake up half-pissed when you have work the next day, piss right into the centre of the bowl, you know, right into the water. Just a glorious feeling.
There is no judgement. Nobody to tell you that your habits are destructive and unhealthy.
Actually, now that I think about it; I probably need someone to fill that void. A story for another time. It seems that pleasure does not ultimately outweigh that happiness inducing act of socialising with human beings.
Fuck.