I like being alone. I understood long ago that alone was not a synonym of lonely. Far from it, but I just don’t need people around me. Not meaning I don’t enjoy company… Au contraire!
When I left for Copenhagen, I realized I had spent the last 6 years in the company of at least one person… Never alone, really alone, more than a few hours at a time… And I got scared!
What if I didn’t like it to be by myself anymore? What if I couldn’t stand to be my own company for almost 3 weeks? What if? what if? What if? (which is one of of the reasons I love being spontaneous… I take decisions, and then, I have to live up to the challenges I have set for myself)
When I took my first selfie under the big clock in Kastrup’s airport, my brain was still in “WTF” mode.
And then I felt it… Like putting back on good old slippers.
Not happiness to be away from the ones I love… People who don’t feel good by themselves often misinterpret that feeling of comfort when completely alone.
I first thought I felt good alone in the city, because I could talk to people any time I wanted… I had interaction and wasn’t alone-alone.
But when I went hiking by myself, like in Møn Island and Langeland, I realized I really enjoyed being alone. I wondered if I would have appreciated sharing these moments with someone, and I would have. But I enjoyed them genuinely without anyone by my side.
I think it made getting back in touch with my friends and family even more enjoyable afterwards… I remember when I was walking near Bagenkop, on my way towards the bus station after walking for hours along the clifs, and after finally seeing the wild horses… Ib had given me a call to catch up on my whereabouts, and I couldn’t feel my 25 pounds backpack as I strolled the road, chatting after a whole day of peaceful silence…
Yeah, there definately is a loner deep inside of me… And I think I’ll try to give it some time in the future.
How do you feel, when all by yourself?