Alone Time

I am really bad at being by myself. I would much rather be surrounded by my girlfriends or hanging out with my boy than flying solo. I try to do all the typical "I really enjoy my alone time" things like beauty treatments, reading a book or magazine, renting girlie DVDs or going for a walk... but it's never as much fun as sharing the experience with someone else.

It's not that I have anxiety about being alone - I spent a good couple of years being single and lived by myself in Brisbane when I was in my final year of uni, and for a year when I first moved to Sydney. And that was truly being alone! The only contact I had with other human beings (besides at work) was through the telephone, or a brief smile to someone in a dance class that I would attend. That and brief chit chat with the lovely asian shopkeeper I used to rent movies from on the weekends.

Since living with good friends and now my boyfriend, I can safely say I would not like to live alone again. Some people revel in having their own space, and get used to being by themselves most of the time, but I like the company. On days when I have been hanging by myself, and my boyfriend returns from work, I pretty much burn his ears off with chatter. Well I've had no one else to talk to all day, have I?

Like all things in life, it all comes down to balance. Everyone needs to be able to be happy being alone and be secure that they don't need anyone else. And I definitely recommend everyone live alone at some stage of their life. But really, when it comes to the crunch, we all want someone to talk to. Someone to sit with. Someone to gossip with. Someone to shop with. And someone to love.

Then we can just steal the alone times when we can get them! : )

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