I got reminded of this incident due to @elvismercury’s recent post “Who Americans spend time with, over time”.
Back when I was a father of one, I met up with an ex-colleague who has four kids. Noisy, rowdy boys. Life has kinda taken us apart, so it was a reunion after a hiatus of several years. Parenthood was driving me nuts, so I didn’t begin our meetup with a softball question. Instead, the question that I bombarded her with was, “what about your me time?”
“I’m having lunch with you,” she said without even hesitating, “This is my me time.”
I was flabbergasted by how she would consider a social meetup as part of her me time. I realised what I had meant to ask was alone time and proceeded to ask her that.
“Okay. What about time being alone?” I pressed on.
She answered me, but her answer isn’t quite relevant to what I want to ask here. What does me time mean to you? Does time spent with friends and away from immediate family members count? Or are you the stereotypical man who retreats into his man cave and craves his solitude?