I swear, people say “it’s okay to be alone” like that’s some profound wisdom, like they’re bestowing upon me the ultimate comfort. Yeah, no shit it’s okay to be alone. That’s not the problem. The problem is that I don’t want to be alone. I’ve done it. I’ve mastered it. I’ve got the lifetime achievement award in being alone.
And the thing that pisses me off the most? It’s always people who have never actually been alone who say this. They’ve had friends, relationships, people who care about them, and yet they’ll say shit like, “Sweetie, you just have to learn to enjoy your own company.” Bro, I have been hanging out with myself for years. We are sick of each other.
Like, imagine someone stranded in the desert, crawling on the sand, dying of hydration, and someone walks by sipping a cold drink like, “You know, hydration isn’t everything.” Oh, word? Let’s trade, then. Give me your full, rich, connected life, and you can come experience the joys of prolonged solitude. I’ll even throw in the emotional numbness for free.
Why do some people act like wanting companionship is some kind of weakness? Like, sorry I have the audacity to crave human connection. Sorry for having a completely normal human need. We’re social creatures by nature, prolonged isolation tends to harm mental and physical health.
But sure, tell me again how it’s “okay to be alone.” I’ll be sure to pass that wisdom along to my reflection while we share yet another meal in total silence.
