jaylar
The gal is singing. Not a soft little hum or along with a radio, she’s as loud as a stuck pig.
In the old days I’d start to make dog howl sounds, but now, I just wonder why people hate their own company so much. How people can not bear to be alone.
I am trying to wonder if people were always afraid to be alone. I’m not talking about on a deserted island or in the middle of a football pitch, or walking a dark road at night. I’m talking about girls, in a dorm, with other girls.
I’m talking about a girl who walks down a corridor to the kitchen or the bathroom. A girl who has to start this caterwauling to cover the fact she are terrified of her own company.
I wonder if it’s a ‘modern’ day thing, where people are connected to cell phones at all time and when they leave their mind controller in a room they are unable to be on their own.
So do I. I don’t feel differently when I’m with people or alone.
I know someone that hates to be alone. I try to help him, but it never seems enough. He was alone most of his life, so now it is like being alone is a disease. One can only do so much. Great post
thank you so much for reading and commenting. I didn’t know this
No I do not think it is a new phenomenon. My ex husband (who is 57 years old), so way before cell phones, has always been basically terrified of being alone. Not because he was scared of intruders etc. but just because he was afraid of his thoughts invading him ( at least that is how he explained it to me). He could not stand being alone so much that he would have (and still do) have panic attacks. I, still to this day, do not understand why he was and still is like that to this day because I personally love my quiet and solitude time.
Did he ever try to get help? I like my alone time… I can think I can plan,
No he never really did try to get help. I know that he still suffers from it along with his nervousness, anxiety and other physical ailments.
I’m sure he could have been helped. Just talking to someone…
Oh yes he talked to me incessantly. But at the beginning, opposites attract and eventually they repulse each other. That is what happened to us. He was clinging to me non-stop and I felt cramped and overwhelmed. I enjoy my solitude and my alone time while he hates it with a passion. Sorry about this long reply but I just felt compelled to write it down.