Nothing really new or novel, that is. Sorry to disappoint you, friends.
I’ve been housesitting this week, so it’s just me with two dogs and two birds. I talk to them, because there is no one else with whom to carry on conversations, even though I’m doing all the talking.
And then it dawned on me – I do not think I am the loner I sometimes claim to be. I might be okay with being a loner for one or two days, but after that, it’s not good. I crave interaction, even though I’m predominantly an introvert (which means I must work at expressing myself verbally), and I watch television so I can hear other voices. And after a couple more days of not interacting with anyone else, I easily fall into a hermit style of living, which keeps me inside the house (and reluctant to be social). I could fall, dead, on the floor, and no one would notice, except for the dogs. Sad.
I think what Jack on LOST said is true; if we don’t live together, we’ll die alone.