A friend of mine stopped by my house the other day. It was a random, unnecessary visit but I was not entirely inconvenienced. It was Saturday. I was in a tank top and sweatpants (a souvenir from a previous failed relationship), sitting cross-legged on the floor painting. I had paint everywhere, on my face, in my hair, on my arms, “The Longest Yard” was playing on TV but I was barely listening to it.
He came by, I put away my brushes and we sat down to finish the movie. Me on one couch, him on the other. At some point during a commercial break he said, “Yea, it’s a boring Saturday night and I was lonely and figured you would be too. Thought you might like some company.”
I just smiled but it got me thinking.
Was I bored? No. Actually, I was really enjoying myself. I liked painting, though I’m not particularly good at it. Was I lonely? Definitely not. I revel in my solitude. It gives me the chance to do whatever I decide, however I want, in whatever clothes (or none) that I choose. It’s peaceful, calming, wonderful.
There is a distinct difference between being alone and being lonely. Many people believe that the two go hand in hand but they don’t always.
You can be lonely in a crowded room, or even in someone’s arms. Lonely is a state of mind that exists only if you allow it to.
I think if you are secure with yourself, and content (if not deliriously happy) with the person that you are, you will never feel lonely no matter how alone you are.
We should all seek fulfillment within ourselves and learn to appreciate being alone.
If you don’t enjoy your own company, how can you expect anyone else to?
As for me, I couldn’t wait until my guest left so that I could get back to my below average artwork.