I am NOT the same person when I am alone as I am when I am surrounded by others. Now, granted my whole core self does not change. But, I relax more.
I am goofier when no one is around. I have been known to sing and I could be seen dancing around the house (neither of which anyone should have to suffer through). I talk to myself and I even answer... why not? It still matters what I look like when I am alone. Even if I decide to stay in my pajamas - I make sure to look decent enough that I could answer the door if I had to, and not be embarrassed.
I take things a bit slower and breath a little easier; it is possible to do that when you only have to worry about yourself. I tend to clean more, simply because I know that I am not going to mess it up, it will stay that way. I smile more and I find things funnier - I laugh at myself a lot (remember I talk to myself, apparently I am funny ;)
If I am going to do something that I enjoy - like sewing, make jewelery, making soap, writing, taking and editing pictures, blogging... I am more likely to do these things on the rare event that I am alone. Oh... and I read as I do things like cooking.
(If ever, I am alone for an extended period of time)
I eat a small bit when I get up followed by lunch at 10 am, supper around 3:30-4 and a snack around 8-9pm. (Now if I didn't live in Minnesota that would be just right for breakfast, lunch and dinner.) The food that I make tends to take more time to prepare. There is no one to whine about wanting their meal NOW.
I sleep in until about 9am, nap around 2, and kick it into high gear at 3pm and stop around 2am (I am most productive during these times). Where I crawl into a bed and sleep from corner to corner across the mattress.
Finally, thoughts on being alone:: I am the youngest child in my family. My brothers were out of the house when I was in early Jr. High. This allowed my parents to finally get out of the house and do some things - so I was often alone. I got used to being alone, and I actually enjoy it. In fact some days (weeks/months) I crave it. I remember when the kids were young and I had reached my breaking point, hubby would say - I will watch the kids, go do something. But, really, all I wanted was to be alone in my own house, to do my own thing.
Who are you when no one is looking?
side note: the lady in this pic looks like my mom (kinda)