Why Living Alone is the Best

I mentioned last week that one of the joys I’ve now experienced in living alone is picking out my own stuff. It’s been a week now, and I have some other things to add to the list of why living alone is awesome. Maybe I won’t want this forever, but for now, this is the very best thing for me.

  • Netflix decisions are mine alone: Do I want to watch all of season one of Bojack Horseman while ostensibly unpacking? Why yes I do. And you only know that I did that because I just told you. No one is here to judge, or to dare suggest we watch something else for a while. Or go outside.
  • Face mask with abandon: I can put on my gross dead sea mud mask and forget about it and, when I remember it’s there an hour later, it’s cool because no one else has seen it. It’s just me and I am into having smaller pores.
  • Working out: I haven’t been able to do my Jillian Michaels DVDs for years for three reasons: One, they are insanely hard; Two, no matter how comfortable I was with whoever I was living with, I never felt okay with anyone seeing me do these ridiculous moves; three, there’s a lot of jumping involved and downstairs neighbors really hate jumping. Now I live above a garage. NO EXCUSES.
  • Mess is mine: What’s that, Vance Joy? Who left all these gross Trader Joe’s salad containers out on the counter? Me. It is always me.
  • Groceries: I am the only one eating what’s in the fridge, and no one is tempting me with junk food. If I buy another carton of dark chocolate peanut butter cups and eat them in two days that is entirely my own fault.
  • Kitty: I can and will get a cat and no one will be inconvenienced by said cat but me, and I will love him/her unconditionally.

I’m sure there will be more to add to the list as they come up. But for now, I’m off to go conquer the art of not feeling weird eating alone in restaurants. Bye!