As I've got older
I treasure time on my own more and more. From my teens to my late 20s I was happy to be out and about for days on end - and if people came to visit I would be up for hammering it for as long as possible.

These days, much as I love my friends, when they go home and I get my home back, it feels great. Likewise if I'm going round someone's house I'll always piss off home before things have dragged on too long.

Maybe I'm just an antisocial cunt, mind you..
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 31 Dec 2009, 13:47, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

I wouldn't say so
You sound to me as if you shit ingots of sociability. It's all about knowing when enough is enough. Don't sour the good bits with the ragged end, grinding bits.

I love having my pals over, but on my terms, as opposed to folk turning up when it suits them. Don't get me wrong though, the odd surprise visit (once every decade) is tolerable, but definitely not the advised.

I have to spend time on my own, it's an in built need. When my kids were small and the day was filled with unfiltered toddler based madness, i would simply go for a sit/lie down and tell them Daddy needed 10 minutes to chill out and that they should decant to the TV and do likewise. 9 time sout of 10 it would work and after just 5 minutes I would usually feel better.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Thu 31 Dec 2009, 13:59, Reply)

I agree
I love to see people, but too long in the company of anyone is shit. I've only found one person exempt from this, and that is why I intend to marry her.
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Thu 31 Dec 2009, 14:08, Reply)

Oh my God that's proper boss
I'm not even mocking.
I can't see me feeling like this about anyone or anyone feeling like that about me.
I am seriously going to miss the cat when I go back to work though.
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Thu 31 Dec 2009, 14:09, Reply)

^ your subject line
is the singular most Liverpudlian thing I have ever read.

(this is not a criticism)
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 31 Dec 2009, 14:16, Reply)

But I never said "la" at the end!

( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Thu 31 Dec 2009, 14:22, Reply)

If you had
it would have caused a rift in the scouse/time continuum, maybe a black hole would have appeared over the Wirral or something.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 31 Dec 2009, 14:27, Reply)

Hahah

( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Thu 31 Dec 2009, 14:32, Reply)

when guests wouldn't fuck off from my parents' dinner parties
my father would just bugger off into the kitchen and start washing up.

I had one mate who routinely wouldn't go home and I used to to just get up and go to bed when I'd had enough. He was one of those 'shouldn't be allowed near cocaine' types.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 31 Dec 2009, 14:13, Reply)

My dad pretends to go to the toilet but really goes to bed

( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Thu 31 Dec 2009, 14:22, Reply)

...whereas I go to the toilet in my bed.
Isn't life funny!
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 31 Dec 2009, 14:23, Reply)