Every Valentine's Day I go to some dive bar and celebrate "drifter Christmas" as I like to call it.
Every Sunday morning I wake up and put some records on while I clean my apartment and do some productive shit.
I dance around and sing along to my favorite albums while feeling like my life is in order.
My record player died yesterday. I don't have to wait till Sunday to know my life is complete shit.
I buy myself a gift every month. When there is something (affordable) I want I just buy it, no questions asked.
I mean, I *am* asked why I buy those things all the time by other people.
BECAUSE I CAN FUCKER I HAVE NOBODY TO SPEND THE MONEY ON.
Making comments on reddit and considering a bunch of upvotes enough human validation to survive on. Bonus points for the few times I got gold, those were good months.
I have this tradition where I leave work miserable everyday then go home and get high as fuck.
My birthday is near enough to Christmas that I splurge and buy myself one big present every year. I also allow myself to be entirely selfish on my birthday where I usually bend to the desires of others the rest of the year. This year for the big 40 I'm going to Japan!
Usually twice a week I will go on a canyon drive or a hike. So hard to find people who don't feel compelled to talk during a drive. Like just relax and enjoy the view and listen to my shitty music dammit.
I go for a movie by myself everyone once in a while. It's great, almost therapeutic
Every year around the holidays, I save up a bunch of money that I otherwise would've spent on a girlfriend, her family, and/or my family. I then hit up a few Toys R' Us stores in my area. Usually they have this aisle where they stock (what I assume, anyway) store brand stuffed animals, so they're relatively inexpensive -- usually $5-7. I buy upwards of 50 at a time, or all the stock they have left, and after checking out at the register I give them all to the vet marines who do Toys For Tots.
I had a horrific, traumatic childhood and there were very few things that gave me comfort except for a couple of stupid stuff animals. No matter how bad I was beaten, broken, or yet again abandoned I knew I had a friend upstairs I could go hang out with.
I hope somewhere there has been a kid who thought the world left them behind and was given a friend instead.
edit; I love all of you. Reality is oftentimes unfair, and unjust, but your stories galvanize me to keep trying every day.
I will not hope for a better future.
I will create one.
Morning drives on the weekend with coffee. The air is sweet, the sun feels right. Its peaceful.
I get chipotle every Sunday after waking up alone in bed and hungover from going out the night before. It's quite nice
On a saturday evening when all the other people are having social/romantic fun just sit on the edge of your bed with a bottle of cheap alcohol and slowly drink it in complete, terrible silence.
Every couple of months I make a large amount of pulled pork and invite my family and friends over to have some.
But they never do. So I just eat it by myself for like a week.
Shame, because it's really good too.
EDIT: Thank you for all the kind responses! For those wanting my recipe:
* some kind of pork - I usually do pork shoulder
* 2 medium yellow onions thinly sliced
* 4 medium garlic cloves thinly sliced
* 1 cup chicken stock
* some Worcestershire sauce
* some apple cider vinegar
* 1 tbs packed dark brown sugar
* 1 tbs chili powder
* 1 tbs salt
* 1/2 tsp ground cumin
* 1/4 tsp ground cinnamon
Feel free to mess around with what you put in the rub. Sometimes I put in half chili powder, half cayenne pepper, or a little cassia/Dutch cinnamon.
* Place onions and garlic in the slow cooker and pour in the stock.
* Pat the pork dry with a paper towel. Then combine all the spices and rub-a-dub it all over the pork into every crevice.
* Place the pork in the slow cooker. Pour in some Worcestershire sauce and apple cider vinegar (I just eyeball it and do a few splashes of each).
* Cook pork on 6-8 hours on high or 8-10 hours on low.
* Drain and shred, add favourite BBQ sauce and enjoy.
I recommend having it on your bread of choice (I use brioche buns) with mustard and coleslaw - preferably the kind with red cabbage in it.
I just like doing whatever the fuck I want. During the week I have a set bedtime so I can go on my morning run and do some yoga. One weekends I go backpacking or hit up a brewery without checking in. I'm also an American EPL fan so not having to explain to someone why I am at the bar at 730 on a Saturday morning is nice as well
Decade-based birthday goals. One got me a good 6 years of Kung Fu ( when I was 27, I reasoned that if I started a martial art at that age, by the time I reached 30 I'd have a decent grounding. Kept it up for some years after).
Current 'decade birthday aim' is to get better at [this crazy medieval instrument](https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nyckelharpa
) I fell in love with. Coming up on two years under the belt, and counting! Slow process, but still having fun with it. Probably not much of a tradition yet, but I hope I have a few decades left in me still!
I work out. It's completely different when you're single, because you're doing it for you, not for someone else.
I've gotten into woodworking, so on weekends, I break out my tools in my garage and spend a few hours making stuff (usually accompanied by my dog laying in the sun). I have really gotten into hand tools recently (hand planes mostly) and there is just something very rewarding/relaxing/soothing/zen/etc about using a hand plane properly, the sound progresses from just [taking off the high spots to taking full length curls](https://youtu.be/Cl5Srx-Ru_U?t=823
) and the boards go from ["I kind of fucked up that glue up"](https://i.imgur.com/6wWdTk5.jpg
) to ["That's pretty goddamned good"](https://i.imgur.com/jkBSiWl.jpg
). I still use power tools but I can honestly say I find the hand tools much more relaxing part of it is the noise but a lot of it is the connection with the workpiece, with a power planer you just kinda throw the piece in and it comes out the other side thinner, with a hand plane you're reading/feeling/listening how the grain is reacting and *working* the wood into the shape you want it. If anyone is curious I'm [making a coffee table](https://i.imgur.com/WTEusfM.jpg
) in these pictures.
Plus it's kinda cool when you can take something [made in the 1910's](https://i.imgur.com/vmvZma6.jpg
) around the time my great-grandfather was born and get it back into [working order](https://i.imgur.com/8Uzgcq8.jpg