When I was a senior in high school, my friends and I learned Morse code and tapped messages to each other on our desks during class.
-... . -.-. .- ..- ... . .-- . .-- . .-. . .--- ..- ... - - .... .- - -. . .-. -.. -.-- .-.-.-
Nowadays, we in the newsroom communicate covertly via gmail chat. Get on the bandwagon, people.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Compeletely incapable of living alone
My roommate just left to visit her boyfriend until Thursday. And then the day after she returns, she's leaving again to go to the Bahamas. Lucky girl. I guess that's the benefit of getting a new job that doesn't start until two weeks after your old job is over.
Anyway, that means I've got the apartment to myself for quite awhile. One might think this is a good thing, but no. It is not. This is me we are talking about. I HATE being alone.
It's not like I always have to be talking to someone else. Or that I can't be alone for two minutes or whatever. I've been sitting in my room by myself for the last several hours, working on my taxes, messing around on Facebook, etc. It's just that it's nice having someone else in the apartment with me, even if she's in her own room and I'm in mine and all the communication that goes on is the occasional rustle of paper and music drifting between our rooms. Or when I'm up alone late at night watching TV on my laptop, knowing she's asleep in the next room is enough.
At work, I could go all day without talking (yeah, like that ever happens). Tuesdays, when I'm writing all day long, are often like this. But after that time imprisoned in my own head, I need companionship. I'll find myself blabbing a 100 miles a minute to my family or whoever on the phone.
I actually love spending an afternoon immersed in a book -- but it's best if I'm in a room with two or three other people who are all doing their own thing. Being alone together is awesome.
I spent four years like that at college. The first three in a full dorm on a hallway of amazing women. Even if my roommate was gone, all I had to do was go sit in the hall and study with my books, and I'd be surrounded by one or two other girls who also had to study. When, during my junior year, the hall wasn't such a friendly place, I spent most of my time at the library, hiding in my car or the darkroom of the photography lab or off campus. One Friday night, I went to Joseph Beth all alone and read an entire novel. It was the most depressing school year.
Senior year, having my own room in a house of 10 other girls, was amazing. The best alone-together balance ever.
Anyway, to keep myself occupied during Angela's absence, I've compiled a list of activities for myself that I like (or don't really mind) doing alone:
1. Shopping. When I shop alone, unfortunately, I give myself a little break and buy a few things for myself. I rarely do that when I shop with other people!
2. Working out while watching TV or listening to my ipod.
3. Baking.
4. Playing Dance, Dance Revolution.
5. Writing poetry.
6. Reading.
7. Scrapbooking.
8. Taking photos.
Unfortunately, I enjoy all of those things better alone-together than truly alone. This is why I always turned on the TV when my parents left me alone at home in high school and college.
Or if I do those things alone, I need to go see people afterwards. Otherwise I just get down. Seriously down.
Sitting alone all afternoon and then going to sleep in an empty apartment is something I just cannot handle.
Some alternatives:
1. Inviting friends over for slumber parties? (How old am I again?)
2. Going over to my parent's house.
Nice. Those make it seem like my need for people are less about my personality and more about my immaturity. Grow up, Lisa!
Anyway, that means I've got the apartment to myself for quite awhile. One might think this is a good thing, but no. It is not. This is me we are talking about. I HATE being alone.
It's not like I always have to be talking to someone else. Or that I can't be alone for two minutes or whatever. I've been sitting in my room by myself for the last several hours, working on my taxes, messing around on Facebook, etc. It's just that it's nice having someone else in the apartment with me, even if she's in her own room and I'm in mine and all the communication that goes on is the occasional rustle of paper and music drifting between our rooms. Or when I'm up alone late at night watching TV on my laptop, knowing she's asleep in the next room is enough.
At work, I could go all day without talking (yeah, like that ever happens). Tuesdays, when I'm writing all day long, are often like this. But after that time imprisoned in my own head, I need companionship. I'll find myself blabbing a 100 miles a minute to my family or whoever on the phone.
I actually love spending an afternoon immersed in a book -- but it's best if I'm in a room with two or three other people who are all doing their own thing. Being alone together is awesome.
I spent four years like that at college. The first three in a full dorm on a hallway of amazing women. Even if my roommate was gone, all I had to do was go sit in the hall and study with my books, and I'd be surrounded by one or two other girls who also had to study. When, during my junior year, the hall wasn't such a friendly place, I spent most of my time at the library, hiding in my car or the darkroom of the photography lab or off campus. One Friday night, I went to Joseph Beth all alone and read an entire novel. It was the most depressing school year.
Senior year, having my own room in a house of 10 other girls, was amazing. The best alone-together balance ever.
Anyway, to keep myself occupied during Angela's absence, I've compiled a list of activities for myself that I like (or don't really mind) doing alone:
1. Shopping. When I shop alone, unfortunately, I give myself a little break and buy a few things for myself. I rarely do that when I shop with other people!
2. Working out while watching TV or listening to my ipod.
3. Baking.
4. Playing Dance, Dance Revolution.
5. Writing poetry.
6. Reading.
7. Scrapbooking.
8. Taking photos.
Unfortunately, I enjoy all of those things better alone-together than truly alone. This is why I always turned on the TV when my parents left me alone at home in high school and college.
Or if I do those things alone, I need to go see people afterwards. Otherwise I just get down. Seriously down.
Sitting alone all afternoon and then going to sleep in an empty apartment is something I just cannot handle.
Some alternatives:
1. Inviting friends over for slumber parties? (How old am I again?)
2. Going over to my parent's house.
Nice. Those make it seem like my need for people are less about my personality and more about my immaturity. Grow up, Lisa!
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