There have been several times in my life that I've lived alone.
Twice more than 10 years each time.
On the subject of living alone or being lonely, living alone doesn't necessarily mean being lonely. Of course there will be times when loneliness will get to anyone, but most of us have a choice to get out and be around people when loneliness hits. However, I do know from experience that you can be lonely in a room full of people, but that is another discussion.
Living alone also means having to take care of everything around the house or pay someone to do it for you. That is the problem that faces me. The older I get, the greater the difficulty, especially for someone like me that does not like to ask for help.
These days I specifically miss The Captain himself, the companionship and our discussions. Sometimes I forget and start to shout out a thought not remembering that he is not in the other room and he never will be again. With him passing away not that long ago, the grief has been fresh and I have wanted to be alone, not even wanting to talk to someone on the phone.
On the lighter side . . . living alone means not having to deal with another person's moods or them dealing with yours . . . you only have to pick up after yourself . . . you can have control of the remote control and watch whatever you like . . . you can do whatever you want to do without considering what the other person thinks.
On a normal day, I think any of us will go back and forth on the subject. Just because we all have that time where it is "all about me." Right? You know it is true!
