Monday, May 28, 2012
Celebrate solitude or loathe loneliness
This past weekend my favorite daughter found herself virtually alone on her college campus. She didn't like it. She sent me a text early in the weekend that said she thought she was going to go crazy. The gym, library and dining hall were all closed. The halls were silent.
I responded with some suggestions for activities...
1) look at lavishly expensive apartment rentals in Manhattan online
2) listen to music
3) watch movies
4) study ... hahahahahahahaaaaaa
5) call her Gakky
6) take photographs of items that start with the letters in her name
7) make a bucket list
8) look up exercise videos online and change up her workout a little
Apparently none of them were very exciting because within 24 hours she told me she was at her roommate's house in the Hudson River Valley.
Scott and I were traveling to Summit Point to the race track and had the opportunity to discuss the social stigma of being alone, the loss some people feel when they are not surrounded by others. We acknowledged the fine line between solitude and loneliness.
I thought about people I know who are afraid to be alone. The people, both male and female, who have made very bad relationship choices because they are afraid to be alone. It made me sad for them. If they cannot celebrate, or at least be comfortable with, who they are when they are alone, what do they have to offer a relationship? Do they immediately develop a dependence? And should they be unfortunate enough to find another who fears being alone, the symbiosis can be tragic. Are the two of them happy to be alone together?
The irony to this post is that Scott and I left Summit Point early because we were surrounded by other people. These people felt it was okay to run a generator to power bright lights until 2:30 a.m. and that everyone within two miles wanted to hear Alan Jackson's greatest hits.
Does the picture with this blog make you say, "aaahhhhh" or does it make you think the rower is a complete fool?
If you could be alone for 72 hours, what would you do?