I do most things alone. I've been independent since I was 9? Or younger, I don't know. I stopped with the breast feeding at like what, 4 months? YEA, I didn't even need my momma's titties. Heh.
I prefer to shop alone, drive alone, go on work excursions alone. I don't... NEED anyone to help me do things, really. I mean, sometimes I want them around? But it's not the same as NEEDING them around.
Eating. I would rather not eat, than to eat alone.
Unless of course I'm at home and there's really nobody else watching. It is, of course, MY home, and what I do in my own privacy is usually done alone anyway.
I would never go out to eat alone. I would never EVER go to a restaurant and say table for ONE. I'm too ashamed, and I think it's just NOT right. I will take all them food away, and sit in my car and eat myself in a separate place where nobody is.
I've come to the conclusion that when doing things with a purpose (ie: work, shopping, errands) I have no qualms being alone. But when it boils down to doing daily things that involve just ME and nothing else but just me? I'm a chicken.
I refuse to eat alone, and I refuse to sleep well without my special pillow. Does that reflect and very INSECURE Keshia? :(