katlupe
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- Location
- Norwich, NY
Living by yourself can cause some people, especially in the past year during quarantine, become set against trying new things or interacting with new people. I tend to do that myself. Not that I am set against meeting people but I will choose eating at my computer over a group activity. When I first moved here 3 years ago, I hadn't left my house in 5 months. Not even to go shopping. So at first, it was intimidating. I had to force myself to go to their first potluck dinner. After that I forced myself to go to their Bingo games (I absolutely hate games unless I was playing games with my son when he was a child). I found myself really looking forward to these social times with my neighbors. It is beyond saying hi or making small talk in the hall or by the mailboxes.
One man who has been here since last summer never spoke to anyone. Others would mention it to me that he won't even say hi. I would run into him in the laundry room and he didn't speak even though he looked up from his book. Well, to me he was a challenge. I spoke to him every chance I got. Even in the laundry room. I'd just ramble on about something or other. About a month ago he was in the laundry room folding his clothes and I came in and he started talking away to me! I could barely get away from him! Now to be honest, there could be some other reason. Like his hearing or medications. I don't know. But when we start having dinners again, I will be sure to invite him.
I have become close friends to a woman who lives on another floor. She has no family except for cousins. But she goes out and does all kinds of things. She is disabled and it does not hold her back. Same with the lady across the hall who is on the go all the time, at 95 years old. They are my inspirations, as was my father at 94. So I am working on being more social and getting out and doing stuff (and not always alone either).
One man who has been here since last summer never spoke to anyone. Others would mention it to me that he won't even say hi. I would run into him in the laundry room and he didn't speak even though he looked up from his book. Well, to me he was a challenge. I spoke to him every chance I got. Even in the laundry room. I'd just ramble on about something or other. About a month ago he was in the laundry room folding his clothes and I came in and he started talking away to me! I could barely get away from him! Now to be honest, there could be some other reason. Like his hearing or medications. I don't know. But when we start having dinners again, I will be sure to invite him.
I have become close friends to a woman who lives on another floor. She has no family except for cousins. But she goes out and does all kinds of things. She is disabled and it does not hold her back. Same with the lady across the hall who is on the go all the time, at 95 years old. They are my inspirations, as was my father at 94. So I am working on being more social and getting out and doing stuff (and not always alone either).