We are a team at Squeamish Bikini, but we all enjoy Alone Time. No, that's not a euphemism - though we'd never judge what you get up to in your alone time, provided it is legal and harmless (stay safe out there guys [we just have to cover our bases at times]). Sometimes we just don't want to see any of your pretty faces. This Buzzfeed link explaining some of the issues introverts happen across regularly had us nodding at the glowing screen in our individual darkened rooms. We decided to confess what we love about saying to the world I vont to be alone. See if you can spot the running theme...
1. I love parties, I love meeting people and I love friends coming to stay. However, often after a weekend spent with people I usually feel like I need another weekend of monk-like silence, staring into space. Nude.
Actually although I live alone I cannot currently take joy in wandering round my abode naked as the day I was born. Due to scaffolding and builders I am obliged to wear clothing at all times. Squeamish Kate
2. The best thing about being alone is you get to be naked. As much as society likes to look at naked people in print and screen, it is frowned upon to walk into your shared kitchen and make a sandwich while starkers. I like walking about all happy and naked, that's what bedrooms are for. Squeamish Nicola
3. The question isn't what I like about being alone, it's what's NOT to like about being alone? I can sit where I want to sit, eat what I want to eat, and do what I want to do without worrying about anyone else. And if I want to do it all butt nekkid? Why the hell not? When I am alone I can dress up like Bibendum (you might know him as the Michelin man) if it takes my fancy. Or I can decide that 1.30am is the PERFECT time to teach myself how to make shortbread. No one's gonna judge. What I want to know is why would you want to have other people getting up in your awesome solitary business? F1 Kate
4. I'm an introvert, but I love socialising and meeting new people. If I'm in the right mood, I'll happily strike up a conversation with a stranger at a bar - but part of being in the right mood comes from having had enough time to recharge. Alone. One of the biggest benefits to being alone, as far as I'm concerned, is not having to worry about whether I am saying or doing the right thing. Apparently I don't come across as socially awkward, but for whatever reason I am paranoid about just that and am often mentally annotating conversations with a running commentary along the lines of: "have I been quiet for too long? Is it appropriate to smile now? Wait, now I think I've been smiling for too long... Think of an interesting question to ask, damnit, can't think of one - oh no, now they've asked me a question and I have to think of a response. Wait, what was the name of their cousin again?" And so on. I'm not saying my mind shuts up when I'm alone, but things are a bit quieter. And I only have to worry about me seeing anything I get wrong. Squeamish Louise
5. The best thing about being alone is being able to watch, read or play anything you want without having to make compromises with other people. This is also the worst thing. I get so few days utterly to myself that when I do I'm paralysed with choice! I'll intend to watch a TV series I've had saved for months, but then decide maybe I'll watch a film instead. Or break out the PS3. Or maybe play on the iPad. Or read a book. Or listen to the radio. Next thing I know it is bedtime and all I've done for the last 8 hours is play stupid Flash games on the internet while trying to decide what to do... Gareth
Actually although I live alone I cannot currently take joy in wandering round my abode naked as the day I was born. Due to scaffolding and builders I am obliged to wear clothing at all times. Squeamish Kate
2. The best thing about being alone is you get to be naked. As much as society likes to look at naked people in print and screen, it is frowned upon to walk into your shared kitchen and make a sandwich while starkers. I like walking about all happy and naked, that's what bedrooms are for. Squeamish Nicola
3. The question isn't what I like about being alone, it's what's NOT to like about being alone? I can sit where I want to sit, eat what I want to eat, and do what I want to do without worrying about anyone else. And if I want to do it all butt nekkid? Why the hell not? When I am alone I can dress up like Bibendum (you might know him as the Michelin man) if it takes my fancy. Or I can decide that 1.30am is the PERFECT time to teach myself how to make shortbread. No one's gonna judge. What I want to know is why would you want to have other people getting up in your awesome solitary business? F1 Kate
4. I'm an introvert, but I love socialising and meeting new people. If I'm in the right mood, I'll happily strike up a conversation with a stranger at a bar - but part of being in the right mood comes from having had enough time to recharge. Alone. One of the biggest benefits to being alone, as far as I'm concerned, is not having to worry about whether I am saying or doing the right thing. Apparently I don't come across as socially awkward, but for whatever reason I am paranoid about just that and am often mentally annotating conversations with a running commentary along the lines of: "have I been quiet for too long? Is it appropriate to smile now? Wait, now I think I've been smiling for too long... Think of an interesting question to ask, damnit, can't think of one - oh no, now they've asked me a question and I have to think of a response. Wait, what was the name of their cousin again?" And so on. I'm not saying my mind shuts up when I'm alone, but things are a bit quieter. And I only have to worry about me seeing anything I get wrong. Squeamish Louise
5. The best thing about being alone is being able to watch, read or play anything you want without having to make compromises with other people. This is also the worst thing. I get so few days utterly to myself that when I do I'm paralysed with choice! I'll intend to watch a TV series I've had saved for months, but then decide maybe I'll watch a film instead. Or break out the PS3. Or maybe play on the iPad. Or read a book. Or listen to the radio. Next thing I know it is bedtime and all I've done for the last 8 hours is play stupid Flash games on the internet while trying to decide what to do... Gareth
RSS Feed
