Maybe we should all form some kind of commune, but one where we live in separate houses and completely ignore each other until one of us is feeling sad/anxious/unwell, and then we can all go round for dinner and Netflix!i agree with your whole post but especially this!
the few times i wish someone was around is when i don’t feel well and it would be nice for someone to make me food etc while i’m in bed. none of this counteracts the general anxiety of having someone around all the time. i think i’m lacking whatever gene gives you that kind of neediness tbh. i don’t need it and so i don’t tend to seek it out.
a woman in work was asking me what it’s like to always come home to an empty house (she’s also one of those women who thinks being single means i creep around back alleys and eat from the dumpsters at mcdonalds) and i said “it’s great!” which seemed to surprise her
i guess i’ve just never craved validation through romantic relationships like a lot of people i know do. i get my validation from my family, my friendships, my hobbies, the things i love.
(plus dating is terrifying. having to tell your friends the date location and time so they know where you are in case something happens. judging when you give this complete stranger your last name and show them when you live. wondering if there’s going to be a point where this person you thought you knew just flips?! nope, it’s self preservation at this point, thank you)
I also think dating sounds terrifying and I've never done it, but in my case it's not fear for my safety, it just sounds incredibly awkward going to meet a total stranger for a one-on-one chat specifically so that you can size up whether you want to bone each other and/or potentially move in together at some future point in time. I like making friends and meeting new people in general, but that particular scenario is and always will be a no from me
I've been on a couple of (mostly) successful holidays with friends, but it works because we all understand the need for alone time and no-one gets mad if someone wants to split off from the group for a bit. Also been on a couple by myself, and love being able to spend three hours chilling in a coffee shop without feeling guilty that it's a waste of being abroad and I should be seeing the sights. My favourite of all is going on holiday by myself, meeting some other nice tourists, spending a fun evening chatting over dinner and drinks and then having nothing to do with them ever again.
I know a couple of people who can’t stand to be alone, I feel sorry for them. Someone I know recently spent their first night alone in their house in 30 years!
I have been single for 2 years now, I believe by choice a I'm not actively looking for a relationship and the thought of being with another person and starting a relationship again doesn’t interest me in the slightest. I became single at 28 after spending 11 years with the person I thought I was going to marry and have children with. He worked and lived abroad for 6 years of the relationship, said he was doing it for us (incredibly well paid and tax free). In the time he was away he’d come home regularly and for the first 4 years I’d visit him regularly, anyway to cut a very long story short he was living a double life with another woman. I’d been living in his house for almost 2 years after his Mum passed away and we’d put it up for sale and had put an offer on the house of our dreams, He told me he was coming home, it was in the first lockdown and after months of being “stuck” abroad I found out he wasn’t were he said he was at all , he was in fact in the usual place and living with this woman. The manipulation and torment that came after it was horrendous, a little insight, everything I did on the Internet or watched on TV he knew about as he could access it abroad and there’s was CCTV in the house. It was a long drawn out process but when he caught wind of me putting stuff in place to buy my own house it got nasty, he’d send stuff to the house addressed to me for his new house (knowing I had nothing but my clothes, I’d given up furniture to move out of my parents home to his Mums which was fully furnished), he would write and send letters to the printer telling me about the future we could have and how much he loved me but did this so it couldn’t be traced back to him and shared with the other woman (she knew about me) and eventually gave me 2 weeks notice essentially leaving me homeless as the new buyers were moving into the house and he’d be returning to move into his new home that he’d bought for us both, didn’t tell me the details just turned up in the doorstep 3 days before I was due to leave and asked for a hug. For some context he’d spent years telling me he was going to propose, sending me videos of the ring he was having made and on one holiday telling me to get my nails done, not to look in his case and to dress up nice - at the end of the holiday when I asked him why he’d said all these things he told me that I ruined the holiday when I asked if he was moving home permanently, he said he was and yet he hadn’t returned any of his stuff which I then questioned. 
