When I come across essays like this, I feel a sense of pride in my almost complete disdain for societal norms. Especially as a scholar of communication/sociology, being out in public alone affords me opportunities to quietly observe & analyze other people. People-watching is fascinating.
And my generation needs to start to understand this idea that being alone is okay. We’re so used to constant stimulation and interaction that anything else is foreign and uncomfortable. But being comfortable being alone has become a big part of my character, and I’m living a better life for it.
I wish that when I went out to eat by myself I wasn’t asked by the waiter if someone else was dining with me tonight. If I could just eat peacefully absorbing my own silence, delicately tasting each morsel of food lying before me. I wish that there were more tables with a place setting for one rather than two, three, or four. I wish that the couple behind me wouldn’t pryingly gaze over at me as they throw back glasses of Merlot together, wondering if I just got just heartbreakingly dumped as I sit quietly rest with my Chianti and bruschetta for one.
I wish that I could go to a movie by myself without my mom asking “Who’s the new boy?” I wish that when I answer, “I’m going alone,” I didn’t receive a sigh of sympathy. I didn’t get fired from my job, I didn’t fail a…
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