I start writing
today's rambling with nothing particular in mind. I have literally no
idea whatsoever what I should discuss. But I suppose starting on a
blank slate isn't a bad thing necessarily.
Say, dear reader, have you ever experienced a moment where your mind was completely blank? Because if you have, I envy you. My non-thinking capabilities are nearly non-existent, and if there ever is a moment of total “darkness” in my mind, it's fleeting. (By “darkness”, I mean “emptiness”, really.)
Speaking of emptiness, I find it oddly satisfying whenever I enter a space with no one else in it. It's a feeling I could easily equate to that of being home alone for an undetermined amount of time. No one to bother me, the whole place to just myself, the freedom to do whatever I please, to stay up however late only my energy reserves allow me. I simply love it.
Then again, that shouldn't come as a surprise. After all, I should have made it quite clear how much I enjoy being alone. At least when I'm not thinking about romance, but I'd prefer not to go there today.
Of course, even I can only be alone for so long. Any person would go crazy with enough time spent only with themselves. But I can spend immensely long periods of time without socially interacting with anyone. Most importantly, though, I don't feel bad about spending time alone. No one should.