Sometimes I wonder whether I like spending time by myself because of my upbringing, in the countryside away from everyone. Other times I think it's because of my depression.
Today I have loved being out in the garden all by myself. I made an entire border and dug it over ready to plant up tomorrow. I put up trellis and did a little weeding.
I have also enjoyed watching tv alone. House programs mainly that give me inspiration for what one day I could live in.
I have washed up in silence with just the sound of my own thoughts and the birdsong outside. Bliss.
There must be an evolutionary reason for being nice to people and putting effort into spending time with them. I can't see it though. I do enough of that at work.
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