I don't think I'm weird, and I love living alone. I tried the live-together bit, three times, two years each, all in my twenties. Each time I started feeling trapped at about six months but tried to stick it out. Bad idea for everyone involved.
I've lived alone for the last twenty five years and wouldn't change a thing. I have been partnered and single, and I have been pressured hard to "be normal". I am normal, perhaps more normal than most, I'm happy when many are miserable for the sake of.. what? I have no need to share the joys of housework. I will live down the hall, across the street, or upstairs. But not with. I know my limits and respect those of others.
I'm glad so many want to and do live together, but it isn't for me.
Gemme, get a cat! They're the bee's knee's, well not so much but you know.
Calicos are best. And yes, I talk to my cat all the time. She is mute, literally not figuratively, so we're a matched set.