June 1, 2004


A is for Alone

There are times when I just need to be alone. By myself. With no one around. Some people think that's odd; they don't understand. They think I'm antisocial, or depressed, or angry, or some other negative thing. I'm not. I just want to be alone! Just for a little while. An hour, maybe two.

It's not a negative thing for me, it's positive. When I'm alone, I can think clearly all the thoughts I want to think, dream all the dreams, wish all the wishes. I can't do this when other people are around; they distract me. With their talking, eating, drinking, breathing. That's not to say I don't enjoy the company of other people - I do! It's just that sometimes - just every once in a great while - I just really want to be alone!

I think it's because I'm an only child that I'm able to spend time alone without going crazy. While I was growing up, I would play by myself if there was no one else to play with, and it never bothered me. I made up my own games, my own Barbie storylines; it was no big deal. I have always enjoyed my own company - I find myself an agreeable lunch or dinner companion, enjoy solitary walks on the beach or cups of coffee at a sidewalk cafe. I have a very vivid imagination, so I am never bored. I know people who can't go five minutes by themselves; they have to have someone - anyone - around to talk to or just share oxygen with. I don't understand that. They don't understand me.

*Shrug*

And, just because I'm somewhere doing something alone, that doesn't mean I'm lonely. I rarely feel lonely; I'm never really alone enough to feel that way. Maybe someday I will; then I'll understand. But, for now, I'll just enjoy my time alone.