Saturday, September 16, 2006

solitude, addendum

The odd thing about spending a weekend in solitude is that it is taking place in the city. When I was up in the country I cherished my time alone. Here, it feels very different. The self-conscious part of me feels like some sort of loser. I went into Manhattan to the Upper West Side to buy a pair of shoes (yes, Birkenstocks, my umpteenth pair). Everyone seemed to be part of a group, or at least a couple. And then me. I couldn't wait to get back here.

1 comment:

lodgerlow said...

"Everyone seemed to be part of a group, or at least a couple. And then me. I couldn't wait to get back here."

I look around me and see how everyone seems only capable of doing something if there is someone with them. I feel a sense of superiority by virtue of my ability to make decisions, and be productive by my own efforts. I pity those who can't do anything on their own. I pity those who can't compile a shopping list, or choose a holiday, or resolve an argument... without first consulting with someone else.