I'm sitting on my own at this Italian Bistro whose name I can't remember. (and the bloody menu doesn't say its name can you believe it). And there are two others like me. The rest of the bistro is pretty much empty besides the three of us and we are each preoccupied with our own pads and macs. But hey I'm observing.
In this world, where we're constantly surrounded by people, whether we like it or not, interaction becomes a need; an expectation. It's rare that we are able to find time to be alone. And even if we could, we are so used to being with others, that we automatically start to make plans. For lunches, dinners,brunches, suppers, dates... Anything that will give ussome company; any company. And we forget how nice it is to be alone.
Alone but not lonely.
Just sometime to recharge, to be quiet. Not having to talk to or entertain anyone. Just time to ourselves to do what we want todo. To think. To write. To fantasize.
We think we have all the time to do all this late at night,just before we go to bed. But really, that's just a convenience, not a deliberate action.
A dramatic ex used to tell me that I'm so preoccupied with my own work and things that I don't take the time to be retrospective and introspective. But I guess that just shows how much he fails to understand me.
I think, and I ponder. I just don't feel the need to broadcast it to anyone, much less the whole world, which these days basically refers to your fb contacts.
I'm happy just doing what I want, the way I want it.
As I am writing all this, 3 became 2. Guess she's had enough of alone time for now.
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