Solitude is the Safest Place I Know
Added 2023-11-10 05:44:52 +0000 UTCIf I decide you're my person you might as well staple yourself to me at the hip. I don't just love. I adore, but I adore my own company just as much. When life starts screaming at me, solitude is my shelter. It’s the safest space I know.
I was never one of those girls who made out with strangers in clubs. While my friends were in the darkest corner getting acquainted with the sexiest mouth in the room, I was dancing alone next to the biggest speaker. They went home when the kissing got interesting. I went home because the sun rose.
Solitude and I got along well back then, and we get along even better now. I exist happily between walls and silences. This is where I feel most at home. My mind can provide a thousand adventures that don’t require company.
Once you learn how dangerous people can be, solitude becomes the only fearless space…
… until it jumps up and assaults you because too much isolation can be even more dangerous.
An excess of solitude always gives me a case of the roaming sads. That's the feels virus that makes you cry and use adjectives as plurals for no apparent reason. Some days you wake up happy. Some days you feel as though I'd been possessed by Nietzsche. That’s when solitude becomes sinister. It transforms your personal weaknesses into gaping debilities. Isolation distorts everything.
Introversion is a fine balance. Time that energises can quickly become time that numbs. A few hours with friends and I’m back to your old, joyful self. Happiness stretches itself across the whole sky again, and all the pink clouds come out tasting of candy floss.
