I was talking with a friend who revealed that she was lonely. I started thinking: "Is that true of me too?" I live alone and when I think of the times when I didn't, and since I've reached a time when I have a choice, I think I prefer it this way.
To live with others continuously and successfully you have to honor their rhythms, their need for their own story and the space to let it unfold. I'm so quick with my inner -- and expressed -- opinions. And yes, as you suspect, they do get in the way.
I recently picked up the notes I took when I was heavy into self-help philosophies. They revealed familiar struggles. Too familiar. "Am I doomed? Has nothing changed?" I'll cling to this: I am more content to live with my own story and the space by myself in which it unfolds.