Blog every day in July, #8: Things I do while I’m alone



Technically I suppose some of these things also count as “guilty” pleasures, which we covered earlier in the week. But I think of them more as “weird tics” because I don’t really stop and think to myself, “Hm, this is a guilty pleasure. Better feel a little bad about it.” It’s more like, “Hey, I’m home alone. I can do whatever I want without being judged.”


Read a book without stopping. This is one of those solo activities that I try to squash a bit when the husband is home, because we get so little time together anyway. But if he’s gone and I don’t have any work to do, you know I’m parking myself somewhere cozy with a book and tea and not getting up until I’ve turned the last page.

Eat out of containers. Who doesn’t do this? But really, why set the table when you can just grab a spoon and dig in?

Talk to the cats. A lot. This, uh, may not be normal. But I’ve got to talk to someone. It’s better than talking to myself.

Skip the bra and pants. I’m not one of those crazy girls who goes to Wal-mart in their pajamas at 3 AM, I swear I’m not. But who wants to go to boob jail in the privacy of your own home, especially when it’s 90 degrees out and you could just wear a t-shirt and boxers? Not me.

Eat cereal for dinner, right out of the box. Sometimes I just can’t be bothered to cook for one, especially if I’m buried in a new book.

Clean. I actually really enjoy cleaning and moving the furniture around, provided I’m alone. I like to have some privacy for my chaos and endless consultations with the cats about whether I should arrange the bookcases by author or genre. I don’t need another person butting in with their unasked-for opinion.

Goof off on the computer. Another solo activity. Pinterest, computer games, catching up on celebrity gossip…I can waste so much time on the computer. And no one is looking over my shoulder when I search for “ways to get permanent marker out of pants” to point out that it’s called “permanent” for a reason. A girl can dream, can’t she?

Sit and do nothing. I feel like it isn’t socially acceptable to do nothing at all. But in the summer, I sit on the deck and…do nothing. In the winter, I cocoon in my electric blanket and do nothing. And I LIKE IT. I’m pretty much always busy these days, because on top of my regular job I went back to working as a freelance writer on the side, so I’m back to having two full-time jobs. So sometimes when I have free time, I don’t want to do anything; I just want to sit and let my mind wander.

What things do you do when you’re along that other people might find odd or judge you for?



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