Having, with the exception of three cohabited relationships of approximately three years each, lived on my own for the majority of my life since leaving home at 19, I can only say that, like Petruschka, I am generally content with my own company. RD Laing, for all that I now disagree with much of what he said and wrote, coined a good term for describing a state of living such as mine: "Unlonely aloneness" seems to sum up the compensations of enjoying a strong "inner life" (a broad range of interests and loves), coupled with a strong sense of connectedness with the world, if not always people, notwithstanding having met, befriended and loved some wonderful people, and discovered such folks to be existing here on this forum.
At just past my 70th birthday one sees oneself increasingly set in ways that would not easily adjust to another's idiosyncracies, and I've rather given up on thinking of circumstances changing, while realising, two years on from a health scare, that my elected self-isolation leaves me prone to abandonment were some serious health issue requiring more care than I could give myself to befall me, having up to now (touch wood) managed flu and the usual other suspects.
At just past my 70th birthday one sees oneself increasingly set in ways that would not easily adjust to another's idiosyncracies, and I've rather given up on thinking of circumstances changing, while realising, two years on from a health scare, that my elected self-isolation leaves me prone to abandonment were some serious health issue requiring more care than I could give myself to befall me, having up to now (touch wood) managed flu and the usual other suspects.
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