In prisons all over the world, solitary confinement is used as a form of punishment, yet Jesus went into the desert (alone) for forty days and Buddha was no stranger to a bit of isolation. I’m recalling my Forty Day Challenge that I started on November 1st, 2017 and how I beat Jesus by six days.
So, is solitude punishing or rewarding?
I think it’s a bit of both and I’m not just saying this because I spend a lot of time alone, but I think you have to be very intelligent to make the best of it. I mean, if you leave a dopey bastard on his/her own for a few hours he/she will turn into a suicidal monkey, or something like that. I also think, if you are very intelligent (almost as much as I is)– and in a relationship – that you would give one of your testicles/ovaries to have a bit more alone time, and yes, I am smiling now.
I was chatting to a young chap recently – we chat quite a lot – and the subject of having a partner came up. He scoffed when I told him I am not interested in meeting someone. ‘Yeah right.’ They were the words he used, and I was thinking – you have no clue – I just thought it and didn’t say it out loud. He’s twenty-one and I didn’t want to ruin any illusion he might have. I could say I’m just a cynic, but the vast majority of people my age would know that would be a cowardly way of backtracking. I know what I’m talking about and anybody close to my age reading this knows too.
I’m going to keep this short because I’m having a few beers. Solitude is a subject that’s close to my heart and I will write more (much more) about it soon.