When no one is around, I tend not to wear clothes. In general, I don't keep my shirt on unless I have to and if no one's around, I may as well not wear any pants either. In addition, I tend to play around with snatches of dialogue or phrases I find interesting. More than once a friend or roommate has walked in on me, pacing around, naked and muttering seemingly inane phrases to myself.
When it's just you in the house, what do you do?
Solitude, solitude... I have been craving it more and more. I do things when no one is around. It seems easier. People are distracting. "The mind is sharper and keener in seclusion and uninterrupted solitude. . . Be alone. That is the secret of invention. Be alone. That is when ideas are born." -- Nikola Tesla Edit: by "things" I mean read, work, garden, cook, clean, work, write, visit hubski things.
I will also mutter something seemingly insane from time to time, usually while driving in my car. I drive A LOT. I'm usually not naked while I do it though. For some reason, driving in the nude is frowned upon. But when it is me alone in the house, I like to play the drums. Loudly.
All kinds of different stuff. I think my favorite thing to do is to listen to sad music and just let my sorrow shiver through my body and soul. I find it extremely cathartic. Might be Joy Division or Townes Van Zandt. Nothin' Hey mama, when you leave Don't leave a thing behind I don't want nothin' I can't use nothin' Take care into the hall And if you see my friends Tell them I'm fine Not using nothin' Almost burned out my eyes Threw my ears down to the floor I didn't see nothin' I didn't hear nothin' I stood there like a block of stone Knowin' all I had to know And nothin' more Man, that's nothin' As brothers our troubles are Locked in each others arms And you better pray They never find you Your back ain't strong enough For burdens doublefold They'd crush you down Down into nothin' Being born is going blind And buying down a thousand times To echoes strung On pure temptation Sorrow and solitude These are the precious things And the only words That are worth rememberin'
I work from home. No one is around a lot of the time. The things that keep me civilized are my cats and the fear that the postal carrier will need me to sign for something. Oh, and I hate walking barefoot and sticking to pleather. However I cannot guarantee that the first hour of work will still involve me in more than a giant towel and half the brain capacity of a tree sloth. "What happened on the east coast where I work? Oh, cripes. That looks important. Perhaps I should put on the other sock and a shirt before I join that call."
I used to work from home full time! Frankly...I didn't enjoy it. I felt very closed off from socializing and I wasn't going out very much. It was for a corporate employer so although it was work from home, in ways it still wasn't very relaxed - they were tracking what time I spent doing what, etc. However, I do remember with fondness the glory days when I could get away with napping through the first hour of work, or lunch, etc. As for what I do when I'm home alone... ...masturbate.
I soak up the atmosphere of the empty house. I'll stare at things and stand still listening to the ambiance of the house and watch how the light plays over things, and how the occupants of the house have made their mark, magnets on the fridge, trinkets in the bedroom, the mix of colours, and personal items that tell a million stories about the house and it's people. When I get bored of this or feel I should do something, I'll read. My family has a horrible habit of having the TV on whenever they're present and awake so when it's actually silent I make the most of the distraction free environment. Occasionally if I get super lucky and have someone else's room to myself I'll do the same, and try and soak up as much of the room's ambiance and emotional content. Few things excite me more than visiting someone's living place for the first time.