Some people react with surprise that I enjoy living alone. I hear comments like, "Oh, I could never do that," "Doesn't it ever get lonely? I'd think it'd get lonely," and "I just like to have someone around." I tell people that it doesn't get lonely because my mind is usually occupied with something (tonight I did four hours of laundry...how the hell do I own that many dirty things to wash?). Living alone is great, but I have found three major downfalls.

Downfall #1:
Folding sheets
It's much harder folding sheets without someone to help, especially those stupid fitted sheets. Why can we clone horses but we haven't designed a simple format for folding a sheet? It's ridiculous. There must be some way to get it nice and square without the aid of an infomercial and another person.

Downfall #2:
Hanging pictures
Hanging pictures is the easy part. Hammer hook/nail into wall. Determining straightness, proper location, equidistance, and parallelism is much harder with only one set of eyes. Certainly, this remedial task is doable solo, but it lends one more confidence if another person lends their help.

Downfall #3:
Carrying heavy stuff
Okay, so this one doesn't come up all that often, but I have a television in my closet I've been meaning to sell to Best Buy, and I have to wait for friends to come over to help (I forget every time) and since I live far away from my friends, they don't come over regularly.


There should be a service for these sorts of things, not husband work, just a roommate service for those who live alone and don't know people in the area.