At least once.
Why live alone?
- You always know what you’re walking into. (a floor full of sunny side up underwear? Who cares. They’re yours.)
- Running from the bathroom to the kitchen with no pants on because you ran out of toilet paper and need a paper towel? Who cares. No one else is there to witness.
- Doing everything in bed? Who cares, no one is there to judge you.
- Inviting your boyfriend over so he can walk in and all you’re wearing is a silky Merona red robe from Target? Who cares, because he definitely doesn’t.
- Eating Punch Pizza like a caveman? Who cares, it tastes better when you are aggressive about it.
Everyone, you must live alone in your 20s.
It’s a shameless, self-satisfying practice.
