When I abruptly moved into the parents' house, 5 years ago, I found that even I had gotten more solitude than I wanted or needed from COVID, but it was really kind of great for a couple of months. I felt a bit guilty about enjoying it, but honestly, I did enjoy it. The transition was abrupt: I went from being alone basically all the time, with just a couple of people in my "pod" as some called it. to being with people all day every day. I went from having no one to please or take care of but myself to having two elderly people with dementia (Mom's was still mild) to supervise. There were times that I wished to be back in my fortress of solitude, to be sure, but it was also deeply fulfilling, and it made me realize how lonely I had become.
Having had a hermit career, working in a remote or solo situation for most of the past 25 years, speaking only for myself here, solitude sucks. I live for collaboration of any kind.
Absolutely, living the dream. If I didn't need a good internet connection for work I would be somewhere even more remote than I am now, down some dirt road with nobody in sight.
I love having both solitude and strong collaboration. Let's meet for an hour or two and then go back to our separate hermitages for the rest of the day.
I have done this for 10 years. I was never a social butterfly at work, preferred my own company. I do have a shared workspace in a town nearby and go there 1 day a week, just to be near other people, even if we don't talk much.
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yes?
not by choice
she makes me talk to her
Long answer: ye