I love my own company. I know this is different from the post that I did before where I need a friend. I’m still a friendless wonder but I love being on my own simply because I can play my music (so it doesn’t bother people), I can sing or hmm (I won’t get screamed at by B) and lay on the sofa, curtains closed, lights off and just listen to lyrics. I could do this every day. It’s an escape from reality I suppose. A good one. The price of Spotify and Last.fm are worth it. And omg I love listening to the randomly generated playlist where it has a mix of your liked songs and ones you have never heard. I sit there waiting eagerly to press the like button, we are on 2500 now, but I crave more music!

So yes. I can do that. I feel safe when I do that. I can’t do it when someone is in the house with me. Only alone. I dread the summer holidays. I love my family, I love my wife and kids. Really. But the music thing is also a sanity check. I think I’ll sneak outside at midnight with headphones, wrap up and do my like-button thing.