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I started loving being alone most of the time, it made me feel bored and empty at first when I started living alone but now I am starting getting used to it and embracing it and realizing it wasn't that bad after all.
one of the best thing that could happen to a person is changing and expanding his perspective.
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i prefer being alone a lot of the time, just gotta get more comfortable being alone in public now.
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i see solitude as metamorphosis. you need that time in the cocoon to really check in with yourself and the joy of that comes from how you'll gain a deeper understanding of yourself.
sometimes i spend SO much time with myself that i get SO BORED that I HAVE to venture outside of myself. when i say venture, i mean challenging myself in how i self- express which will in turn, nourish my interactions with others when i choose to seek company.
proceeding to create art, but trying new methods. going down youtube rabbit holes of things i am interested in so i can discover new references. cooking a meal without following a recipe and surprising myself. making the space i am in super cosy (candles, snacks on deck, music, blankets) going on long walks and picking up conversations with strangers through shared observations of life around us. watching music festivals/boiler rooms and dancing around my room like a mad man.
once you feel comfortable in being by yourself, you'll be more aware of what you need from your company and when you seek it, you'll be a lot more intentional about it and cherish it even more.
Oct 7, 2024
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I used to hate both spending time by myself and being single. would do whatever I could to avoid it. It made me feel unimaginably anxious
Years, lots of therapy, and some really wonderfully healing friendships later, I not only enjoy spending time alone, but have found a level of peace that gives me much higher standards for my romantic relationships, rather than needing to fill the silence
Jun 12, 2024
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been living alone since 2022 and i’ve come to enjoy it a lot but it def takes some adjusting. here’s some stuff that’s helped me appreciate it and also alleviate some of the downsides:
1. DECORATE!!!
you no longer have to share a space, go wild with making it your own! put all your pretty lil things out on display, get some art for the walls, adorn your room with personal effects. your apartment is no longer simply your place of residence, it is an extension of yourself
2. Organize and maintain the space
the only person who has to deal with your messes is yourself, but don’t let this make your mess tolerance go down. keep your space orderly and functional and enjoy the ritual of keeping your space maintained. if your space devolves to squalor, you will be the one to suffer. don’t let your space be neglected and then become a hostile environment to yourself. keep neat on the reg and treat your future self every once in a while with a deep clean.
3. Get out the house!!
one benefit of living with roommates/family is having them provide reasons to be out an about. living alone means you’ll have to make your own reasons. if you’re a homebody like myself, there can be a big temptation to spend all your time in blissful solitude. but the line from solitude to isolation can be a fine one, so make sure that as well as inhabiting your space you also inhabit your locale. get to know your new neighborhood and find reasons to regularly be out of your space. make your space where you come to be recharged and renewed and not your default spot, you’ll appreciate it more that way.
4. pee with the door open
who’s gonna stop you?????
Sep 18, 2024
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Falling into a hole, again and again, each time saying, “This is not my grave. Get out of this hole.” Climbing out, only to stumble into another, muttering, “This too is not my grave. Get out.” Another hole, and then another, holes within holes—cascading, endless. Falling, rising, falling again. Each time insisting, “This is not my grave. Get out of the hole.”
Sometimes you’re pushed into the hole, defiant as you climb out, shouting, “You cannot push me into this. It is not my grave.” Other times, you fall unprovoked, tumbling into spaces already carved—rigid, ideological, impersonal voids. Holes whose walls were long dug by others. And sometimes, you fall into holes with others. Together, hands and arms forming ladders, you rise, proclaiming, “This is not our mass grave. Get out.”
There are times you willingly fall, choosing the hole because it seems easier than resisting. Only once inside, you realize—this isn’t the grave either. So, you climb, slow and deliberate, discovering that even after this hole, there’s yet another. And another.
Some holes linger, holding you captive for days, weeks, years. They may not be graves, but escaping them feels insurmountable. Still, you claw your way out, knowing the horizon holds an endless field of holes. Occasionally, you stop to survey them, yearning for a final, dignified place to rest—a hole of purpose, of completion. Yet even then, you wonder about others who have fallen, who never climbed out. Sometimes, you think, perhaps they found peace in staying.
You move forward, torn between avoiding the holes and contemplating their inevitability. Sometimes, you fall with resignation; other times, with a stubborn resolve. But each time, you rise, saying, “Look at the strength, the spirit, with which I rise from what resembles the grave but isn’t.”
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