What they say is true, the maturer you get, the lesser you care!
I am more comfortable being alone now. Yeah, that “I am alone but not lonely” is a hella true!
The most noticeable difference between then and now is that in the past, I would never eat alone. I dread the thought of eating — especially in a restaurant full of people — with just myself. And even in between breaks at work, I would always call a friend to go with me or I will squeeze myself to go with a group. I’d skip meals if it’s just me. (Oh, that’s why I was skinny.)
But now… I really couldn’t care less! I just had my dinner tonight in a fancy restaurant all by myself and enjoyed it so much.
Actually, I’ve been going out alone lately. And it actually feels nice. I don’t know what change. I’ll just have to thank adulting for that perhaps? 🙂