Alone but not alone
Had a slightly confusing msn chat with a friend as I reflected on my fear of being alone, yet also the pleasure I derive from being alone.
Then I realized it’s being alone in two different contexts.
I enjoy being alone in Starbucks, where everyone else is on their own. In a way, I’ve got company in being alone.
At the same time, I loathe the moments when I realize no one’s at home with me. I’m alone in being alone.
