I keep seeing posts about how hard it is for people to spend the holidays alone before revealing that they "only" have their spouse, children, or roommates to be with. Since when does that make you alone in any way?? I live by myself, as in me, myself, and I. Party of one plus dog. I have like two acquaintances in this city and I think I've seen a grand total of 5 people since this pandemic started because I would be deeply depressed otherwise. Living alone during all of this cannot be compared to the situations of those who have other human beings they enjoy spending time with living in the same household.
Edit: some of you are taking this post for much more than it was meant to be. Of course you can feel lonely even when you’re with others. I have no desire to compete in the sadness olympics. This was meant for a very specific set of people who are in loving households yet still claim to be alone when in reality they have other humans to interact with every day. Some people here are weirdly obsessed with taking me down mentally and have been commenting on my post history and sending me really shitty messages, so thanks.
Since I shared some of the rude messages I’ve received, I’ve gotten almost 50 kind, positive messages including invitations to chat or hang out. You guys are awesome! 🙂
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