Living Alone 4
Living Alone
I have been living on my own for almost 6 months now, and it sure has its benefits……you can walk around butt naked, let the dishes pile up on the bench for days, invite whomever you want over whenever you want and you can leave the toilet door open if you want to…..yep life is pretty sweet.
But it has its moments too.
I have developed a fear of choking on peanuts.
There’ll be no one around to save me in time and I’ll have to try and perform the heimlich manoeuvre on myself over a chair or something.
Imagine if it doesn’t work? I’ll be found dead, body on an angle, upper body and ribcage hanging over the head of a chair, worried look on face, eyes popping out…what will the paramedics think? It’ll be just my luck that I go out that way.
And when you get sick living on your own is another small battle to overcome. I suck at being sick. I adopt the whole ‘woe is me’ phase, and adore being fussed over. Being ‘in isolation’ while home alone damn near kills me as there is no one here to feel sorry for me (see what I mean). I loonngg for someone to call for a friendly chat or to drop by with flowers and Lemsip. And I normally end up cursing the day I said – ‘Hells Bells! I love living alone!’
But nothing lasts forever and I know one day I’ll chose to ‘flat’ with a significant other like a bf or Latin Lover. Right now I’m making the most of my single days, the impromptu parties and dancing like a fool in front of the stereo.
I’ll just have to continue to be extra careful when eating peanuts.
Take it easy
Auckland Girl
Crackup – I was having a night similar and ended up with wine and dancing to my music too. My advice move to apartments as then you can always bang on neighbours door for help in peanut peril
this is soooo true… i love living alone but hate when I feel like a drink and have to go it alone…
love it so true. It so beats hearing flatmates bonking in the room next door to!!!
ha brilliant! Totally on board with you here.. Love the dancing round the house and no-one around to judge as I sit around in my pjs watching Rock of Love (“awesome”), but definitely times I wind myself up thinking about cracking my head open on the bath and having no-one find me for days.. I guess at least I don’t have a dog to start eating my face after Im gone.
We should start some kind of retirement village for the singles I reckon – self contained flats with a common room for those times you feel like company and a masseuse and pedicurist on tap too..