Loving Alone means you're never Lonely

I love being alone.
But it took a long time for me to admit it.
As a kid, I could play for hours on my own.  I went gladly all in for bath time.
The library, the book store and eventually flea markets and movies, all to myself.  As an adult, the possibilities were endless.  But I never, outside my family, expressed how I often preferred being alone.  Not until I met a boy in college who felt the same way.   We realized soon after we met that we were the ones at the local cinema, watching the latest foreign film, by ourselves.  It was a point of pride and a point of bonding... and then... we started going together.  Which, of course, lost the original purpose.

The attraction to others that love to be alone is just that:  They know what they like.  And that's always really beautiful.

But, the point of being alone is not that you'll hopefully find someone else to do that thing with.  It's to appreciate what it is you love doing and being in the moment of it.

I've never seen a better example, explanation, or lyrical argument for being alone than Andrea Dorfman and Tanya Davis' video.



{thanks to T. for finding}