Alone Time
It’s something that I desperately need to survive but DO NOT get. Let me define “time to myself” as I see it since it seems to differ from my sister’s view (my sister being the only one who can give me time alone). I define it as being by myself. No one else around. No one to question what I’m doing, what I’m thinking and so forth. It’s time alone where I can actually breath and move and just BE. To do what I want without having to justify myself or my actions (or inactions) to anyone. It’s like the time I had when I lived alone. My sister on the other hand seems to think it means time that I’m home. Even though when I’m home I’m not alone, since mom is ALWAYS where I am. But I guess sister is happy with her justification. I’m glad someone is.
In 2006 I kept a log of sorts detailing the amount of time that I had to myself for the year. I can’t remember the exact number but it was something like 38 hours total of time that I was ALONE out of the possible 8,760 hours in the year. Now keep in mind that that 38 hours is the accumulated total over 365 days. It was doled out in bits and pieces, not a single 38 hour stretch or anything useful. That is pitiful.
Anyway, in the petty manner I have developed over the last 7 years I am going to keep the 2008 log here. I’ll repost the 2006 log as a running record.
