For the first time, I lived alone... in a luxury apartment on Sunset Strip. For a few days I loved the idea, but I got lonely and restless.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'm so secluded. Very alone.
I had family and friends back home. Just because I could potentially feel alone in Los Angeles, that didn't mean I was alone.
After all my various relationships I find myself now home alone.
I'm pretty much a loner and I've lived under the radar.
I once spent an entire night in a hotel in New York looking across the way into someone's apartment where nothing was happening but daily life, a phone call, television watching, staring into the fridge. Seeing how those strangers lived over that small distance and in absolute silence moved me deeply.
Experiencing those moments of being alone... is a very, very weird flooring and exposing position to be in when you're just not used to it... But I've never been lonely. And with my kids Mia and Joe that remains the case.
As a young man, even if I was going to see a play or a film by myself, I didn't feel like I was alone. There was something that was unfolding up there that brought me into it. And I recognised that. For those two hours, it made me feel like I belonged to something really good.
As an only child, I may have been alone a lot, but I was never lonely. My invisible friends were my constant companions.
I'm a loner and always have been.
I spent a huge amount of time by myself. I daydreamed and learned how to be alone and not be lonely.