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I think this is going to be new thing to make me write more! So every Sunday list of 10 things. You will get to know what I love, hate or just don’t understand in this world. Funny, right?
Today I wanted to share list of 10 reasons I love living alone (and probably the list of 10 things why my neighbors hate me…) I have now lived three months on my own so it was easy to made this list. Enjoy!
1.I can have late night movie marathon if I want without someone complaining I should be sleeping.
2.Cooking noodles at 4am and watching cat videos from youtube.
3.Sleeping where ever you want in the apartment. Sofa, kitchen floor, under my bed, where ever!
4.No one is eating my food, touching my stuff or stealing my things.
5.Peaceful quietness around the clock. (Expect when my neighbors decide to sing too loudly in the shower…)
6.Spending all day long in my pajamas and walking around in underwear.
7.Dancing and singing as loudly as I can. No one can hear me so no reasons to be embarrassed.
8.Being my messy self without anyone minding. (Well expect when someone decides to visit and I have to somehow clean the whole apartment in seconds…)
9.Feeling free fully capable adult. Even if I probably shouldn’t feel that way because I currently live with microwave and school food.
10.All the possibilities living alone makes. I can invite anyone I want to visit me. Be awake and do anything I want at any hour of the day. Go out whenever I want or stay inside the whole day. Just do anything without other people judging me.
Why do you love or hate living alone? Do you disagree or agree with my points?
Dear diary (and the people on internet),
have you ever felt like you don’t belong in this place? You have liven the whole life in this same place but still never truly called it home. This is me. I’m the person who fits in perfectly but never feels like truly belonging.
I’m sick. And when I’m sick my thoughts run their own ways and that’s why I want to talk for you about not belonging. Right now my sister is laughing with her friends upstairs and my brother is somewhere catching Pokemons with his friends. They are having fun, they know how to live. It’s good that they don’t seem like me.
Don’t get me wrong. I love my friends, have fun with them and would do anything for them. BUT… Making friends and spending time together has never been natural for me. It feels awkward and I don’t know how to act. Should I send text or wait on from them? Should I invite them to my house? What should we do together? I have never truly got the etiquette of being friends.
When I was younger I used to think that I must be alien from another planet. I never felt like this place was my home. The people around me were mystery for me and still I seemed to see right trough of them. I admit being scared often and thinking that something must be wrong with me.
Now when I am older the feeling of not belonging is still present in everything I do. Something has changed from my earlier days. I know I am not alien but just a individual with strong sense of not wanting to be part of the mass. I have learned to live with myself. I know I’m not the only one feeling like this and that drives me to write. My voice wants to get heard and soul to seen.
With love and mixed thoughts,