Dyet, one time you asked me if doing the kind of work I do felt lonely. I know you weren’t really asking about that in any general sense, but I’ve been pondering it ever since you asked.
I have multiple siblings: three boys and two girls. But I’m also the product of multiple broken homes so I never really knew any of my siblings. Hell, I didn’t even know about two of them until just recently. I did have a step-sister once for a while, but after her, I was raised an only child.
Granted, I’ve had a couple of roommates over the years, but for the majority of my adult life, I have lived alone. And I can not recall ever feeling lonely.
Although there have been times that this was accurate.
Along with this…
And sometimes this…
And, ok, I’ll admit, sometimes I can be a bit awkward…
And sometimes it’s like this…
There have been a few times when I felt blasé as it approached my time to go home from work, and looking back on those times, I think it may have been a touch of loneliness causing me to feel that way.
I suspect being unattached and not sharing your life or space with others can start to seem completely normal even though it’s really not for social creatures like us humans.
This might be the reason why I’m drawn to media that deals with themes of loneliness and connection.
I will admit though, the more we talk and learn about each other, the more I realize what has been missing in my life.
I am starting to see that real human connection has value.
One just has to find the right human.
Or the right taquería.
