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| Being Alone Doesn't Mean a Person is Lonely |
…Sometimes, it makes a person happy. Not sometime, preferably most of the times. In my case, I am happy to be alone. Most of those so-called “extraverts” – extremely dependent people, I should say – thinks that my life is boring and very forlorn all because I am alone. But I am not. I love the silence than talking drivel with those girls my age, and those drivels all about love, love and love. Mind you, not about love for God or their family, but this so-called romantic love. Or shall I rather say that what drivel they talk about is boys, boys and boys?
Most of the times, it infuriates me, listening to those nonsensical talks. It is because I barely get ideas that might be useful for me in the future. But in books… Oh, I can lose myself into it… I can lose myself in my solitude, for all I care. Books and solitude can be compared to talking to a very wise man that has so much experience in life and that who will be able to advise me on how to be a better individual. This can also be as so much the opposite of talking to those girls my age. Talking to them can be compared for idling for a week, with little to know about but nothing. Totally nothing. I hate that.
Being alone is neither vague nor ambiguous. Being alone means that you have no companion. But being lonely is a different matter.
What is loneliness? It is said that it is the feeling of being alone. I disagree. How about for those people who sees solitude as happiness? How can you define ‘enjoyment’? Trough parties? Activities involving many people? But what if the person’s enjoyment came form being alone, and contemplation? Is it then considered to be not an enjoyment? They said that studying is boring, and studying causes a person to not enjoy life. But what if studying causes enjoyment for the first person while the second person experiences torture because of it? I believe it varies from the perspective of the person, and I respect them on their views. What irks me are those people who just babbled and babbled as if they know and master things whereas they do not. That pisses me off.
For how many days, I am alone. I only go out when it is necessary – like to buy food – and I shut myself in our room listening to the music of silence and reading books, which I really love so much. Sometimes though, when luck is not with me, some nuisance will disturb this solitude and make noises that are very disturbing and very unnecessary and very waste of time. Why cannot they do chores according to what is badly needed like washing dishes than singing song at the top of their lungs as if I am a willing listener? Ugh. I really hate otiose people and people with no common sense.
I know, I know. I am blabbering so much, but this is where I can put out all of my complaints, honestly. This is the place where I can be me. So I think it is you who should endure that. Peace!  
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Posted by HappyPoison on 2009-11-02 02:41:46 | Rating: | Views: 20
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