10 Reasons I love living alone:
- I can wear or not wear whatever I want around my apartment. Do my clothes have to match? Nope. Do I have to wear them? No. Can I change my clothes 8 times in twenty minutes till I find the perfect level of comfort? Yessir.
- There’s no weird food in the fridge, unless I’ve put it there myself. No one else is leaving a bowl of used steak marinade in the fridge for 8 months (this actually happened) or taking the liquid/juice out of my jar of pickles (also a true story).
- No one is waking me up other than my alarm or the sun.
- I have my own bathroom. This never happened till I lived alone. I grew up with my four person family sharing one bathroom and always shared in college. I never want to share my bathroom, shower, or counter space ever again. Sorry Carlos.
- No pressure to do things. Sometime I really need to do laundry but don’t feel like it, so I do not and no one says anything.
- My things stay exactly where I put them. With the exception of Carlos unplugging my blow-dryer every time he comes over (yes I notice), nothing in my apartment moves unless I move it which makes finding things pretty easy.
- I don’t have to make my bed for fold the blankets on my couch for fear surprise guests will see them.
- My Netflix choices are left un-judged. Did I watch Hercules the other day while doing laundry, and sing along very loudly? Yes, yes I did.
- There’s no worry about strangers being in my apartment. The idea that a stranger will see my bedroom very much bothers me. I don’t keep things overly tidy all the time so having someone else see my un-made bed, dirty laundry, full trashcan, or leftover dishes unnerves me.
- There’s something about having your own space that has no comparison. Everything is yours, you put it all there, no one is going to take it, no one is going to move it, and you can do whatever you want.
10 reasons I hate living alone:
- I have no idea what the weather is like. Usually I was not the first person to step outside of my apartment/house, so others could always tell me what Mother Nature was up to. I know, I could check a weather app or pop my head outside. But its a little thing that I always asked my roommate of four years and she often described the weather in clothes (definitely a jeans day or not a good dress day or yeah flip flops are fine today) terms which I miss very much.
- The What-Was-That-Noise Game. Roommates make is easy to shrug off unknown noises. When you live alone you just imagine a burglar or murder sitting in your living room waiting for you to check on the noise.
- No one else cleans. Literally no one. Magic dishes fairies are not going to do those dishes.
- The fear of falling/dying and never being found is REAL. Of course Carlos would realize after a bit that something was up, but I have no idea how long it’d take him to realize I didn’t lose my phone or fall asleep. If I fell at night, he might think I fell asleep and then he’d go to work the next day and it could be a whole 20 hours of just laying there before he comes over (yes these are things I think about).
- When I’m out of toothpaste, shampoo, butter, eggs, shoes I want to wear, or anything else… I cannot borrow it from my roommate because she does not exist.
- Rent & utilities.
- Bugs. They don’t kill themselves. And I cannot kill them, look at them, or dispose of them. Thank the Lord for Carlos.
- No one approves or disapproves or improves my outfits before I walk out the door. I feel like I should hire someone for this. But walking out the door, having only my own judgement to go on for what I will wear for the next 10 hours at minimum can cause mishaps.
- Although this is on my likes list…. No one to wake you up except your own alarm or the sun. If I oversleep for work, there is not a chance anyone else will see I’ve overslept and wake me up in time to quickly get out the door. Which happened more times than it should have in college.
- It gets eerily quiet. Walking into the dark, quiet apartment at night will never not be creepy.