Am I lonely?
I have always realised that I am
sort of a loner. A lone ranger – that’s what I’ve been telling myself all these
while. And I am definitely okay with it, with myself. Being alone… I find peace
in solitude. Being alone is fine. Being alone is good for me to recharge after
people drain me dry. But what I am not fine about is being looked at whenever I’m
out alone, especially when I’m eating out. People would just look at me and
some of them don’t even bother to move their stare when my eyes meet theirs. It’s
disturbing because in some of those eyes, I could find pity. I don’t need that.
I’d rather being looked as the weird lonely girl instead of being pitied at. There’s
nothing to be pitied for. I am fine. I understand that they have no idea about what
I have in mind but mind you that it is rude to stare. Let a girl eats in peace,
would you?
My bubble of peacefulness could
be easily popped by the stares of pity.
I might be alone but I am not
lonely. Although I gotta admit that there are times when I would suddenly be
hit by sudden loneliness in the middle of nowhere and instantly get severely absorbed
by the feeling right there and then. No matter where and when or how many
people I’m with. I could be surrounded by my loud friends yet still couldn’t
dodge the loneliness that’s striking me. Pathetic? No. I don’t see myself that way.
At least not in that particular aspect anyway.
I’m fine.
During my recent birthday, I got wishes
by my friends. They told me not to always be alone, to join them whenever they’re
out. I feel sorry for them because I don’t think I can change myself. I like
myself being this way. I like myself eating alone. I like myself getting fresh
air alone. I like myself thinking alone in my car. I like myself going out for
shopping alone. I like myself this way – that I don’t really have to cling to
someone. I have always hated myself for being clingy, for being too dependent
on someone and easily attached. I hate it. I loathe myself for it. That’s why I
have slowly changed to a lonesome girl. I like myself better this way. That’s
the most important thing for me right now – liking, loving and forgiving
myself. Making peace within oneself before making peace with others.
You might consider me as a shitty
lonely human being, it’s not entirely wrong.
But I’m still fine. I’m fine, although
there are mornings that I wake up hoping to get a good morning text from
someone. I’m fine, although there are nights when I refuse to go to sleep before
getting a goodnight text from someone. I’m fine, although there are times when
I come home after a long day and wanting to talk to someone but have no one to
talk to. I’m fine, although there are times when good things happen and I just want
to share it with someone but realise I have no one to share it with. I’m fine, although
I usually envy seeing people’s friendships or relationships. I'm fine, although there are countless times I wish I've met a soulmate in high school - one who I can talk about anything as our heads hit the pillow. I’m fine, although
there are times when how I wish I could talk to my family just like some other
people do. I’m fine, although there are times when I think this queen size bed
I’ve been sleeping on in my rental house is too big for me and me alone. I’m
fine, although there are times when I wish my phone would ring randomly just
because the person at the other side wants to talk to me. I’m fine, although
there are times when I stare at the ceiling while listening to songs and cry
myself to sleep because of no reason at all. I’m fine, although sometimes I wish
someone would pick me up without needing me asking for it. I’m fine – despite
all the althoughs and all the times that loneliness hits me without a heads up
or mercy, I’m fine.
I’m fine. Even when I’m not, I’ll
be fine again.
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