What happens to you psychologically while alone?
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I make a lot of noise when I know that my house is empty. I have always feared that I would end up alone. I never spend more than a few hours alone, but when it gets to be a bit too long I start wishing I had some company. It's the same way when I'm with people for too long. I start wishing I could get some alone time.
The most I have ever been alone for is a day and a night. I'm the happiest guy around during that time! I don't know how long I would last being alone for a week or so, though.
I guess I'm one of those weirdo people who prefers solitude to company. I actually just got home from looking after my friends' house and cats while they were on vacation. It was so nice and peaceful and quiet there, and now I'm back home with my annoying roommates and people everywhere and I miss it already. 
Seriously! It's the cheapest form of artistic expression with comparatively minimal requirements: internet access. Fifty years from now, when the market is flooded with 3D realism and full body immersion, Minecraft will still be the People's game.Digi7 said:Maybe then you can move on to other block planets eight times the size of the earth and explore them too, with your wooden sword at your side?Paksenarrion said:Actually, I have a theory that our funniest comedians have the same problem. We like to fill our world with laughter because we can't stand the silence. We're always trying to entertain.Quantum Roberts said:Oh you can't be that bad. You make me laughPaksenarrion said:
But, yeah...it's one of those things where a person feels they've failed themselves somehow.
Um...so, Minecraft: Civilization. I'd like to build a space elevator and from there build an orbital space station. After that, hopefully build lunar modules?
Wow, I want Minecraft so bad right now.
Close! During one fateful mass, I stumbled on one of the words in a hymn, and in the midst of the singing, an unplanned "Ah, SHIT" could be heard just above the chorus.Naheal said:I'm getting the feeling that you're the sort of person who will randomly yell "penis" in the middle of a completely silent church just to see what kind of a response you'll get.Paksenarrion said:Actually, I have a theory that our funniest comedians have the same problem. We like to fill our world with laughter because we can't stand the silence. We're always trying to entertain.Quantum Roberts said:Oh you can't be that bad. You make me laughPaksenarrion said:
But, yeah...it's one of those things where a person feels they've failed themselves somehow.
Um...so, Minecraft: Civilization. I'd like to build a space elevator and from there build an orbital space station. After that, hopefully build lunar modules?
OT: Nothing really. I was raised an only child with parents who were rarely ever around, so I got used to it.
I covered it up with Gregorian chanting.
That's awesome on so many levels. God really does have a sense of humor XDPaksenarrion said:Close! During one fateful mass, I stumbled on one of the words in a hymn, and in the midst of the singing, an unplanned "Ah, SHIT" could be heard just above the chorus.Naheal said:I'm getting the feeling that you're the sort of person who will randomly yell "penis" in the middle of a completely silent church just to see what kind of a response you'll get.Paksenarrion said:Actually, I have a theory that our funniest comedians have the same problem. We like to fill our world with laughter because we can't stand the silence. We're always trying to entertain.Quantum Roberts said:Oh you can't be that bad. You make me laughPaksenarrion said:
But, yeah...it's one of those things where a person feels they've failed themselves somehow.
Um...so, Minecraft: Civilization. I'd like to build a space elevator and from there build an orbital space station. After that, hopefully build lunar modules?
OT: Nothing really. I was raised an only child with parents who were rarely ever around, so I got used to it.
I covered it up with Gregorian chanting.
Don't know what you're talking about. The Voices in my head always keep me company... "Come play with us Danny."
Oh, thankyou!Idiotastic said:
And to reply to the statement made by a guy/gal I can't remember that I may be an extrovert, I can definitely say I'm not. I do love solitude, but after a time symptoms like the ones described above start showing through.
I just really enjoy socialising and spending time with people, and without that contact for a while life seems cold and empty, and those thoughts start creeping in, as does the unsatiable urge to sharpen my knife and do tons of working out so I'm ready for 'what's coming'!
I abandon all creative pursuits (I'm an artist and a poet, so this feels strange for me)...
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Yes, well I ended up more -asking- him to get out than telling him, then we both looked down at the sword, and he backed out through the window again, at which point I started swearing at him. Amazing how much easier it is to yell at someone when they are already fleeing...Ambi said:
I may get a bit bored, but I don't really mind when I'm alone,it's peacefull and I can think. It's a nice change from my noisy family.
Hey, the exact same thing happens to me. I do not know why though. Maybe, our survival instincts kick in like you say.Digi7 said:We've all been left alone for a few days. Alone, with little or no physical or emotional contact with others, no one to help or guide us, no one to give comfort.
Is it any wonder some of us go a little bit crazy?
I myself become incredibly paranoid. Even though I live rurally in the sleepiest place in the world, I carry my pocket knife with me everywhere, wear warm and heavy clothes, grow out my facial hair (for some reason...) try to find comfort in anything and everything, I begin to truly fear death, think about if there really is a God and a Devil and start to half-believe in stupid fucking things like 2012 and the Illuminati.
It turns me from a proud and confident guy, walking with my chest thrown out and a smile on my face, into a creeping skulker, hunched over on myself and clinging desperately to comforts.
It's bizzare and unnerving, and pretty damn scary to know this can happen to myself, that I am truly this fragile.
Why I'm making this thread? It's happening to me right now, and I find it fascinating...
Is it just my survival instincts kicking in? I don't know.
What happens to you, if anything? What strange turns does your thinking take? What happens to your temperament?
I usually carry a pistol with me everywhere I go but, I only get paranoid when I am at home going to bed or been alone for more then 12 hours.
I scratch my survival itch by getting something from the ready store. I do not know if they ship to Australia.
I talk to myself... and my bad side gets more aggressive (and persuasive). The common urges to rebel against convention become a lot harder to resist, and I experiment with things I can and can't do with the objects and environment around me. Thankfully, I'm rarely left alone for more than a few hours.