Occasional diary of my thoughts on my life and the world in general for those who can pretend they're in the slightest bit interested.
Monday, 17 October 2011
Alone again-naturally
Well, my company has gone and - just for a while - I think I would prefer to live with someone and be able to chat with them about the day's events. Have a drink with them on an evening etc. I have had a wonderful time. A few days down the line, I will remember that I love my own company and enjoy the long autumn nights reading, writing, painting or bungee jumping. Okay, I lied about the last one but you get my drift. I have spent years perfecting the art of being alone and enjoying it. Being a loner doesn't mean being a recluse. I love company and enjoy having my family and friends around me. I am a sociable person who enjoys good company and good conversation and I love my family to bits.Yet I can't deny that it it is just as nice to know that you can be alone with your thoughts and have the freedom to be yourself. A mixture of the two is the answer I think. If you are alone too long you become insular and cannot benefit from your peace and quiet. Yet if you have lots of company, either through your work or from family get-togethers or family and friends staying with you, it is only then you can appreciate the silence afterwards in the nicest and most non-offensive way possible. So say Confucius in his guise as Chairman Sue. What do you think?
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I think either option is fine as long as you have the choice, it's being devoid of choice that makes things seem like a sentence rather than a pleasure. Like the fine dividing line between too much and too little to do.
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I agree-you have to have the choice to appreciate it. Just a short stroll to your loved ones and friends would be great. My idea of hell would be to move next to a neighbour like mine of twenty years ago, where she 'popped in' at least once a day - sometimes more-for a coffee. She wasn't lonely because then I could understand it but just wanted to gossip about all and sundry. She moved before I worked up the guts to say anything!
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