"We have gotten so used to people's company that we see being alone as abnormal..."
I love that I can pride myself that the above statement doesn't apply to me, not even in the slightest. As undoubtedly real as it is, I still can't help but find it weird, and that's simply because I can't relate to that as much as I often wonder why there's such a thing as helplessly itching for someone else's company in the first place.
And in case you're wondering, I am human in flesh and blood and apparently a social animal, except the social in me carries little to no momentum.
I've always been a homebody, introverted introvert, me, myself and I and honestly, that's not a today or yesterday's thing. I could be sitting right beside you for a reasonable number of hours and you wouldn't even notice. Not invisible; tangible, alive and breathing. That's how much of an introvert I am.
As a matter of fact, having the house to myself genuinely feels like a little celebration because I often find myself screaming in excitement the moment the last member of my family goes about their day.
There's just something thrilling about being alone, that uninterrupted moment of lonetime self-activity. I could write a page on the things I do, undo and redo while alone, but then I would need the whole book. Ranging from naps, meals, singing, dancing, to speaking and reading out loud, thinking and overthinking- the list is endless and absolutely engaging.
If you're a people's person, you might just never understand.
I've had a couple of persons ask me how I'm able to be by myself, specifically within the four walls of my bedroom, or otherwise, the kitchen and truth be told, there's nothing to it. Simply crave for some me-time and you wouldn't have to worry about how to spend the moments of it.
That said, I ultimately disagree with societal labels that favours constantly spending time in other people's company over being by oneself. As much as making connections and interactions with our fellow beings can be rewarding, you can't actually understand, tolerate, and add value to the life of another if you are a stranger to your own self.
A time alone births moments to know you and more about you and most times, the littlest things you never get to discover on daily basis or worst still, in the company of others.
In other words, if you don't know anything about you, attempting to relate well with others can be likened to playing the joker's role. It's just as the Bible states; you cannot take out the piece of stick in another's eye whereas a chunk of wood is lodged pretty in yours.
Long story short, never hesitate to embrace the much-needed me time you definitely owe yourself. For what is worth, times spent with others ought to be paralleled with twice as much time spent with oneself.
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