The Importance of Silence

So far, the absolute best thing about living on my own is not being required to talk to anyone.

I've had good roommates. Lovely girls, all of them. With that said, after a long day at work, I basically shut down. I usually don't want to hang out with anyone before I've had a couple hours to myself, if at all; I spend all day biting my tongue and being nice, so I just need...unwinding time, I guess. And no matter what, whenever I came home I'd have someone cheerfully asking me how my day went, and what was up.

This probably sounds lovely to some. It's an absolute nightmare for me, or it became that way after I started working at my present job. I need privacy. I need space. I don't know what this says about me potentially living with a man - it probably doesn't bode well.

Anyway,

In this new place, I can come home, walk in, and conceivably not say a word for the rest of the night.

It's outstanding.

There is no one to hassle me about how my day went, or why I look irritated, or why I need to cheer up. I can change, make dinner, and go for a walk in absolute silence.

I freakin' love it.

On a semi-related note, I've started utilizing candles. Potato - I think it was Potato - suggested I use candles in the evenings, create a romantic setting for myself. I have tons of candles I've picked up over the years, so why not?

Except I've taken it to the next step. I've started using candles the way they were originally intended - as light.

There is something very soothing about candlelight. It's easier to write with...it's more flattering...and it's just...well, it's nice. And it might help my power bill a bit, who knows?

Oh. They also smell very nice.

And now Cthulu is on South Park. I think my life is complete.