Living With Another Human Being

My crash pad in Philly. 

Do you live alone or with other people?

For the past, 20+ years, I have lived on my own -- ever since moving out of my parents' home. No roommates, no significant others, nothing. Over the course of those 20 years, I've always complained that my life has been a fairly lonely existence, but as the saying goes "watch what you wish for".

Let me start by saying: I love my eldest brother. He's funny, smart, and very verbose. Basically, he is me but older, taller and has a winkie. We're very much alike, although he's a more bellicose than I am. All that being said, this past weekend I received a glimpse of what it's going to be like sharing a living space with someone on two legs. It might get ugly quickly. :-)

It's me. After so many years of living alone, I'm going to find it very difficult living with another human -- even one that I love. I'm used to a certain way of living and having to adjust to another person's idiosyncrasies is going to be difficult. For example, I'm used to a certain quietness in my home. It's not nearly as peaceful at my brother's house. I don't watch the same shows that he does. (I do not get why The Simpsons is so amusing to some people.) I'm not even going to mention the one bathroom-two adult situation.

I will get used to it, I suppose but wow, teaching this old dog new tricks is going to be hard. Still, I thank him for allowing to crash in on his world. But I'm glad I'll be spending a considerable amount of the foreseeable future traveling so we don't kill each other.