You’re Meant to Spend More Time Alone
The brutal truth you‘re trying to ignore.
Do you have any childhood memories you remember so clearly it’s almost a little scary?
I have a handful of them. Even after decades, it feels like some of those moments have passed by just recently.
In one of those memories, I felt sorry for my mum. It was a Saturday night, and she was dressing up to go to the cinema.
When I asked who she’ll be going with, she said alone.
I was devasted.
Why would anyone go to the movies all alone?
Was she lonely?
Why wasn’t dad going with her?
Did she fight with all her friends?!
I listed all her friends suggesting she’d ask them to accompany her.
She said they weren’t interested since it was a long documentary.
I didn’t understand why she didn’t pick another movie then.
I felt so sorry for her for not having company that I couldn’t sleep until she returned home.
When she arrived, I could immediately tell she loved the movie and had a great night.
