My husband and I just watched, “My Big Fat Greek Wedding 2.” Don’t listen to the less than flattering reviews – we were both rolling on the floor laughing. There is something about watching a big, loud, messy and interconnected family that triggers a primal wistfulness or a sweet nostalgia.
Living alone is a luxury for single people. In my case, I relish having total privacy. It’s because I grew up sharing a bedroom with a sibling. Then, I left home for college and moved into a dorm, only to share another small room.
One of the frustrating things about science is that the path to truth is often littered with contradictions. Drinking wine is good for you. Drinking wine is bad for you. Eggs will kill you. Eggs may save your life. Salt is good, salt is bad… Well, you get the idea.
If you’re anything like me, your life has probably been filled with pets of all kinds. The first animal I bought for my kids was a small turtle. Over the years, my family owned gerbils, cats, dogs, birds and even a sugar-glider.
Loneliness is a complex problem. For starters, being alone is not the same as being lonely. Our feelings of loneliness come from how we interpret our situation, not from the simple fact that we are by ourselves.
The Dalai Lama once wrote…
We can live without religion and meditation, but we cannot survive without human affection.
He’s right. From infancy on, humans need affection in order to live healthy and fulfilling lives. We don’t all need the same amount of affection – any more than we all need the same amount of food or sleep – but it’s a rare person indeed who can survive and thrive without sharing expressions of love.
By the time we reach our 60th birthday, most of us have experienced our fair share of heart-break and disappointment. Some of us have gone through a divorce. Others have simply learned the hard way that not everyone can be trusted with our feelings. Is it any wonder that we are cautious about letting new people into our lives?
It’s easy to feel sad and lonely if you are spending Christmas alone. I would guess that, in our 60 years of life, almost everyone has spent at least one holiday season by themselves. There are, of course, lots of reasons that this might be the case.
It’s Christmas day. People have been preparing for months and you’ve happily ignored all the excitement and stress, knowing that none of it applied to you. What do you do when, by choice or chance, you are one of the millions of people around the world spending Christmas day alone?
Do you love living alone? I do! When you live by yourself, you can get up whenever you want. You can wear your pajamas all day. You can cook whatever you want and eat your creations with whomever you choose.