Loneliness and you.
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It used to get to me a lot, then I learned to just stop caring at all. Most people turn out to be a disappointment anyway, so I figure there is no real loss.
if it's a nice day out. Take my cat outside in the yard and just chill out with a book. I don't really have friends(I have one but don't do anything outside school) so I find different things to do day to day to keep my mind off that sort of thing. Sometimes I also will bike ride, or just workout. Getting active really makes you feel good and for me helps me to be a little more positive.
crying myself to sleep while listening to music. by day i can laugh at it and not give two shits. by night i simply wait for the music to put me out. you might want to find a better solution though
Frankly, I've found there is no way to "cope" with loneliness. Loneliness emerges as a negative reaction to being alone, that is, alone in the psychological sense. Unloved, undersexed, isolated with you worst critic (you), etc.
(You can, of course, be in the presence of many people, and feel even more lonely because you're right outside the gates of understanding and comradery but there is seemingly no way in, which is worse than seeing no possible solution.)
The only time I haven't felt lonely, is, sensically, when I'm not alone.
Frankly, I believe art and other distractions are stalling tactics at best. I've gained at least basic competence in at least 2 art forms (3 if you count "poetry" and "prose" seperately), and my loneliness has not been alieved (SP?).
The crushing existential emptiness of loneliness can only be solved by having good companions in life, and probably also by being in a steady romantic relationship (I'm sorry if this scares you (socially awkawrds like me), dissapoints you (cynics), or makes you angry/sad (pessimists), but they cover things that regular things, family, and you yourself cannot cover, and no, I'm not just talking about being undersexed, thought that's pretty crucial).
In short, the only solution to not being lonely is to not be alone. Art and other distractions allow us to not shed the fears and/or social habbits that keep us lonely. They only allow us to express how we FEEL about being lonely. Other people make us not lonely.
That said, while I acknowledge these truths, it takes a lot of courage to put them into practice, which I have yet to do.
(You can, of course, be in the presence of many people, and feel even more lonely because you're right outside the gates of understanding and comradery but there is seemingly no way in, which is worse than seeing no possible solution.)
The only time I haven't felt lonely, is, sensically, when I'm not alone.
Frankly, I believe art and other distractions are stalling tactics at best. I've gained at least basic competence in at least 2 art forms (3 if you count "poetry" and "prose" seperately), and my loneliness has not been alieved (SP?).
The crushing existential emptiness of loneliness can only be solved by having good companions in life, and probably also by being in a steady romantic relationship (I'm sorry if this scares you (socially awkawrds like me), dissapoints you (cynics), or makes you angry/sad (pessimists), but they cover things that regular things, family, and you yourself cannot cover, and no, I'm not just talking about being undersexed, thought that's pretty crucial).
In short, the only solution to not being lonely is to not be alone. Art and other distractions allow us to not shed the fears and/or social habbits that keep us lonely. They only allow us to express how we FEEL about being lonely. Other people make us not lonely.
That said, while I acknowledge these truths, it takes a lot of courage to put them into practice, which I have yet to do.
Well then forgive the attitude but what are you doing on the internet? It's a fundmentally social thing, y'know.Ice Azure said:
I hate social company, not social interaction to be more specific... I don't mind communicating over the internet. In fact you might imagine that this is what I would be like in real life if I WAS more social/socially active.
I'm better at expressing myself and putting out thoughts through written words, rather than in what I say. The only thing that usually gets me talking or interested is an intellectual debate. I must have been one of the few who were capable of/liked such things... I usually did all the talking for my group since nobody would say anything, or ask the right questions.
I wasn't always like this. I used to be this kid who would never stop talking and said whatever the hell was on my mind. At around 6th grade it all sort of collapsed and I became the polar opposite. I don't say 90% of what is on my mind, and if anything, it would be hard to get me to START talking at all. I also prefer being alone and avoiding social contact, from that point.
I'm better at expressing myself and putting out thoughts through written words, rather than in what I say. The only thing that usually gets me talking or interested is an intellectual debate. I must have been one of the few who were capable of/liked such things... I usually did all the talking for my group since nobody would say anything, or ask the right questions.
I wasn't always like this. I used to be this kid who would never stop talking and said whatever the hell was on my mind. At around 6th grade it all sort of collapsed and I became the polar opposite. I don't say 90% of what is on my mind, and if anything, it would be hard to get me to START talking at all. I also prefer being alone and avoiding social contact, from that point.
It's... hard at times. I just tend to blur myself in to a state of mind filled with mixed... psychoses, I guess. Apathy, hope, patience, and loneliness blended together to make a suitable balance for mental health, a state of obliviousness to the passage of time and lack of social interaction. I know it's not healthy or anything, but it's honestly what gets me by. Just thinking of what may come, contemplating the world and how it could be better, and just... hoping for a brighter tomorrow. Never giving up hope that one day, things will be better than they are now. But... until that day comes, sitting at home, alone from even those I live with, I find distractions and just continue to exist...
This is a lot harder to put in to words than I thought. Oh well, I did my best.
This is a lot harder to put in to words than I thought. Oh well, I did my best.