There are reasons I live alone and wouldn’t have it any other way. Being alone need not mean being lonely.
I tend to keep to myself.
The spouse is bigger on socializing.
After a week of the clueless, ignorant, incompetent, spoiled, and whiny types at the office, I have had my fill of people.
There’s a huge differences between loneliness and solitude.
I come home in the evening after dealing with people since 8 a.m., I put on music or a baseball game. I go to bed at 10. I’m up at 5 for a 20 mile ride.
I get enough drama during the day. I’m not coming home to hear what was on Oprah or the View.
My politicians make me compete not only with the people outside our borders (to earn a living in the first place), but also the ones inside our borders (to keep what I have earned). I despise them for their nutlessness.
I am not coming home to listen to someone who consumes Lena Dunham’s swill.
Baseball game, a beer, sleep. I’m good. I’ll date on the weekends. No tatoos.