It’s way too quiet in here tonight. This is Chester at the moment. He’s staring daggers it seems at me for typing too loudly while he was trying to take a nap. It appears I woke him.
Chester and I have been enjoying some time by ourselves since K is visiting family friends in Virginia. It’s been weird to stay by myself for this time and I always think it’s a weird feeling when I’m left “alone”. My family doesn’t live in this city and the only people besides K that I really know are my coworkers and I only see them during the day. We lead separate lives once we leave the workplace. Needless to say, it’s been weird being all alone. I go most evenings without saying anything to anyone until I notice Chester seems bored out of his mind and I try to play with him, but we both are too lazy and give up seconds later.
In some ways, I enjoy living by myself. I get to do what I what when I want without having anyone bothering me about doing anything that I don’t want to do. I love that kind of freedom most of all. I’m not saying that I don’t get that with K, but I would just rather do things with him than without. It’s easier for me to cope with illness and my deep-seeded emetephobia when I’m by myself. I don’t have to constantly have that fear in the back of my mind that someone will be ill in front of me. In that way, it’s very relieving.
The things I do by myself are quite different than the things I do when K is here. For one thing, I’m definitely lazier. Definitely. I think that’s ok in moderation. However, every night this week I’ve been meaning to blog and crochet, like I usually do when K is here, but I have ended up watching marathon of some show or another on Netflix. I have literally done nothing productive while being by myself.
The house is certainly messier. I can handle MY mess, but not other people’s messes in my home. Strange, it never bothers me to see a mess I’ve made. Like, right now, the trash can is overflowing with trash artistically balanced on top of it.
I don’t cook hardly at all. I’ve eaten at Subway, Fazolis, and Arby’s tonight, all of which are my favorite places that I prefer to go when I’m by myself. I like to bring the food home and eat it and just enjoy having something that’s already been made for me rather than me making it.
I keep very weird hours. I went to sleep at 2 am the other day and that is something I NEVER do. Ever. My body is so in tune with night and day that I get sleeping almost exactly at 11:30 every night and wake up everyday around 7:30 or 8. I’ve been struggling to make it to work on time this past week.
I watch all the awkward, romance TV shows and movies that I can. K hates that genre and watching an awkward scene in a movie or show that I pick while he’s in the room embarrasses me for some reason. I’d rather just avoid that situation.
That’s what I’ve been doing this week. I’ve been so lazy , I haven’t even had enough motivation to read on my Kindle. How sad.
Do you have any strange habits like this when your significant other or family is away?
I’d love to hear what you have to say!