The guilty pleasures of being alone.
You’re at a coffee shop, but every corner table is taken by a couple or a person typing away on a laptop. ( I suspect gibberish, so they can look busy and keep the table for longer )
You’re at a sit-down restaurant because you love the idea of just soup and a side for dinner, but the waiter is judging you at — madam, table for one?
You’re the biggest movie manic and tell a person, bursting out of excitement that you’re going this weekend and they ask sweetly- oh with whom? You say- urmm alone? They smile awkwardly, trying not to look awkward.
You’ve had it by now and decide its time to protest and you do the most sinful activity of going shopping alone during sale season, you don’t tell that one friend who’s been bugging you to take along who will fool you into expensive/bad choices. You find something so perfect and boom- they don’t have your size.
Don’t you think in an extremely lonely world, somehow they make you believe, liking your own company is the strangest thing?
We do have one save though guys, just one. Have you noticed, the only place that is socially acceptable to be alone and peaceful, is at a bookstore or a library. Reading, is the only activity society decides its okay to be managing alone.
Don’t get me wrong, I love talking to people, I even stumbled upon the most beautiful bit of reading last week — “ The primary function of conversation is to maintain relationships- a large number of relationships- and to maintain intimacy in relationships.” But what I prefer to not indulge in, is small talk and monologues. It’s almost just as unnecessary as vegan chicken nuggets.
For all you alone time seekers, day dreamers and self-loving puppers. I feel for you. I assure you that this is absolutely normal and encourage you to go conquer that corner table.
We both secretly know that, our parallel universe that we imagine up our head, sitting there between ten other stangers is so much fun and amusing until someone goes..madam, can I bring you the check?
