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It’s Fun to Be Alone
It Always Has Been. But Now I’ve Got a Great Excuse
As we all continue to stay at home, I’ve begun to hear stories about loving couples who, after many weeks together, are beginning to grate on each other. He loads the dishwasher wrong! She’s on the phone all day! She refuses to binge-watch Tiger King! He refuses to wear pants!
When I hear about all of the exasperating little things these loving couples are doing to drive each other nuts, I don’t think “I wish I had a guy to drive me crazy during quarantine.”
I think, “Thank God I live alone.”
I love my friends and family, but I am very happy by myself. It feels weird to admit that I enjoy my own company that much. (But I do.)
The library where I work is closed and I’ve been furloughed. Which means? I enjoy hours and hours a day on my own. To read. To write. To talk on the phone for hours with friends and family. To master a Chopin Mazurka. (Which, even if the stay-at-home-order lasts forever, probably isn’t going to happen.)
I cannot begin to tell you how well that suits me.
Although if I did try, you probably wouldn’t believe me.
Why? Because world is set up for people in pairs. Everyone wants to be part of a set! When I was a child, in the…
