Guys, I live ALONE.
When I walk in the door at night, I don’t have to ask anyone how their day was. I just whip off my bra, say hello to my dog, and do whatever the f**k I want.
I LOVE living alone. I’ve lived on my own several times in my life and nothing beats it.
Sure, I live in a mould infested shitbox apartment that still smells like the previous tenant – but that mould infested shitbox apartment is all mine.
I think everyone should live alone at least once in their lives. Living alone teaches you how to be self-sufficient, you learn how to watch horror movies on your own without screaming like a five-year-old, and you figure out just how lax you’re prepared to be with your own personal hygiene.
For anyone thinking about taking the plunge into solo living, here's the three best things about living alone, and well, the one really shitty thing:
You NEVER have to wait for the bathroom.
Or the microwave. Or the TV. You never have to wait for anything. EVERYTHING is up for grabs all of the time.
You do actually have to pay for that microwave and that TV and all the food and the electricity and the internet. Oh, and the rent/mortgage.
You're single-handedly responsible for keeping that shitty apartment afloat - but it's worth it.
Bras are ALWAYS optional.
There's no need for fancy clothes like bras and undies when you live alone. You never have to change out of your giraffe onsie because your flatmate's boyfriend, Brian, is coming over (FFS, Brian).
Allowing your hair to become a greasy mound which develops it's ecosystem is fine. It's FINE.