Thursday, January 30, 2014
When off to Western New York to spend my college years, most spring breaks were spent back home with my family. I never really thought about heading to warmer climes. Sure, there were opportunities to join some guys and drive non-stop to Florida and enjoy the sun and other sites, but I always passed. I did endure one extremely lonely week, alone. Somehow, I got the brilliant idea that spending spring break my Junior year alone in a large dormitory was going to be fun. What was I thinking? I had books. I read. I had food. I ate. I had a stereo. I listened to "Blonde on Blonde" and many other records. I caught a movie one night. Took a bus to the city. On a couple of nights, I visited our local watering hole, but with all my friends gone South or back home, I was kinda bored. I left early. I slept a lot too, but that got old fast. By Tuesday, I realized I had made a stupid mistake, but I was trapped and was going to pay the price. That week I learned about loneliness.
I like my alone time, but that week was a bitch.
Loneliness is not fun.