Aside from the fact that in 40 years I will probably be that old lady down the street with too many yapping Chihuahuas... I have spent a lot of time by myself lately. And for once I'm ok with it. I've been alone at my apartment recently, sometimes by choice sometimes not, and it's kind of nice. I am able to watch TV peacefully, study, or just have time with my thoughts.
That being said I have become one of those people who is OK with being alone. I know some people hate, and even fear being alone but I'm not one of them. Don't get me wrong, I love to go out, spend time with my friends, and have fun. I love my roommate to pieces. But when forced to be by myself, it's not as bad as I once thought.
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