What Do You Do Living Alone?
So, I’ve been living alone since a couple of months now. I know it’s not a thing of novelty for ones and twos who cannot get into relationships and have to endure living alone because there’s no other way God would let them have it, but for fives like me who are borderline unfuckable but still score chicks once in a while, living alone can be fun. And it is probably because I am so vocal about how much fun I have living alone that many people ask me, “So what do you do living alone?” While half of those interrogators are genuinely interested in it, the other half are clearly in disbelief that I, this guy whose life is just an elongated series of unfortunate events, can have fun. Well, to be honest, it’s only the ladies that ask me that because all the other men know that alone time equals shagging with the left hand because it takes longer to get off and since I am right-handed, it feels like someone is giving me a handjob. It’s fun. Truly.
But let’s begin from the beginning. There can be many connotations of the term ‘living alone’. So, while for some it means having outlived their spouse and staying in that old rickety apartment with four feral cats, for some others like me, it means renting the same rickety apartment post the death of that guy and fucking a lot in all parts of the house and just doing everything the older guy couldn’t do. So, in that sense, I am living alone now.
For most of the part, it has been good. You see, I am not the kind of person who really likes people. I mean I do like people but it’s all always to the extremes, if I like you, I might as well want to fuck you. If I don’t, I probably dislike you. There’s no middle ground really. That also goes on to say I dislike most of my family because despite beholding Jaime Lannister in great respect, I haven’t gone on to fuck any of my kith and kin, nor do I plan to. Because all of them are ugly fucks and being born in such a family, it only reinforces my belief in the fact that lotuses only bloom when they’re in mud. But that isn’t the point here. Point is, living alone has been fun because the only visitors I get are the people I like, and they visit only on the days I want them to visit.It’s just me in my house. The sheer joy of not having to discuss Hindu cows and their edibility with roommates is inexplainable. The absence of such shitty conversations from my life has been giving me more time to do the productive stuff, like doing the laundry on a Tuesday night! This directly translates to not having to do anything on the weekend, and that feeling is, as has been agreed upon by every working person ever, unparalleled.
Another thing that I have been receiving in abundance lately is the time and opportunity to think. I mean, when you don’t have a TV, or anything to put your dick in, you’re pretty much constrained in terms of killing time. Then what else can you do? Think. No, don’t think about the answer smartpants. The answer is ‘think’. I have thought about a lot of things, mostly myself, in these couple of months and here’s a brief list of my findings:
- I need to workout more.
- The time taken to finish a shit is directly proportional to how interesting the memes are.
- I can save a TON of money with just some simple changes in my lifestyle. Like eating at someone else’s place.
I have implemented at least one of these things in my life and now, my colleague’s kid hates me for going to their place every day and finishing all his chocolate. But people are going to hate you when you begin getting better, so I have learnt not giving a shit about it. And that’s mostly it. Well, of course there is the occasional boredom of not wanting to do anything and wishing you had someone you could talk to or go out with, and it sucks. But those days go as quickly as they come and I am grateful for those days too because getting bored alone is much better than getting bored together with someone you can’t fuck. Like a roommate. Or your mom, unless your name is the same as some ROM burner.
And when I say I have fun living alone, this is exactly what I mean. I live just as I used to but now I have added more value to it. I really wish I was a motivational writer with a book on the subject because this is the exact point where I would have gotten to say, buy my new bestseller superdoofus book “The Complete Guide to Living Alone: Less Faps and More Naps” today! But since I do not have anything of the sort yet, I’ll now stop.