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  • I am perfectly happy alone. This is true on a daily basis as in "living alone" and also true on a social basis as in going to movies or shopping. I even go to the beach alone. Why does that worry my kids? Does that make me weird?

    I don't like to eat out alone, and that is when I see friends, usually once a week. For social meals. And that happens "downstairs" at the sandwich/salad/rib shop in my complex. Great food, good tables, terrific waitstaff, and a reasonably priced meal within walking distance of my home.

    I enjoy having my grandsons sleep overnight as often as our schedules allow, but they require very different interaction than adults. They have a routine for being at my house, which works for all of us. A nice easy being together. That seems to be enough for me. The usual kind of get togethers and dinner parties and social occasions don't interest me. I like my humans one-on-one if possible, or in specific task modes, like the writing workshop group at the library, meditations on Tuesdays or reading tarot cards, even at large events.

    There aren't enough hours in the day as it is, and the thought of spending them with people outside of family or a specific task doesn't appeal to me. So when my social butterfly daughter tells me she is worried that I don't have many girlfriends that I enjoy being with, I smile. I know that I can do that anytime, but the luxury of being of a certain age affords me the quirkiness that allows me to do what I want, and that includes being alone.
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