I live alone and like it that way. I can’t handle being around people 24/7 and would probably kill someone if I had to live with them on a regular basis. Now, it may come as a surprise to you, but I can’t understand those folks who can’t stand to be alone. To me, it would be extremely uncomfortable to live with someone. I have a lot of habits that would make living with me hard, if not impossible. For instance, I like to do dry practice with my firearms at three in the morning. I don’t use live ammo, but there is a lot of clicking and racking of weapons (oft times called “mechanical masturbation”, and it could get on a body’s nerves, especially when they want to be asleep).
I fart and sneeze and they often have the strength of small hurricanes and smell like a pile of carrion (yeah, my halitosis is that bad). If I use a tissue, my sneezes generally are accompanied by a small flurry of shredded tissue parts that stay up in the air for at least 10 to 15 minutes. My feet suffer from neuropathy and I am in a almost constant hateful mood from very intense pain and have been known to strike out and punch holes in walls. I figure better hitting something than hitting a person.
Speaking of neuropathy, I have it not only in my feet, but also in my stomach. This means I get really nauseous and sometimes throw up, which is a delightful experience, especially when I am aroused from a deep sleep at about 3 AM. Nothing like blowing chunks and having to run for the bathroom or the back door, while trying to maintain my balance.
Now, having read all of this, my non-existant readers, don’t you just want to move in with me right away?
What’s sad, is that there are people who get off on taking care of sick people and I really feel sad for those kind of idiots.