Life is an ongoing balance between too much human interaction and not enough.
I've noticed whenever I'm in need of a bit of alone time it seems impossible to come by.
On the same token when I am psyched for some social interaction I somehow find myself alone - and there's nothing like the feeling of total aloneness.
This is exactly where I found myself the other day.
I had the day off and had been looking forward to spending time with my husband Kurt and son Evan. Well Kurt ended up having to go into work. Then I found out Evan had plans to go to a friends house (he somehow forgot to tell me). So I was all alone.
My house echoed like an empty auditorium.
An electrician stopped by to fix our big screen TV and I contemplated inviting him to stay for lunch. I kept trying to think of another question to ask to keep him there a bit longer, "So there's a power button on the TV and on the remote?" "Can you show me where these are located?"
I saw the fed ex truck go by and I almost chased it like a dog.
Speaking of dogs, I even tried to hang out with my dog and cat, but they wanted nothing to do with me. I think they sensed my desperation, and decided to play the old "get even" card, payback for all the times I didn't want to scratch their ear 10 more hours.
The only companion I had was a box of Ho Ho's I met at the grocery store earlier that day. Ho Ho's offer such a shallow relationship though. They only give you 10 seconds of intimate communication and then it's over. That is until I introduce myself to another Ho Ho. Which leads me to how my day ended.
I found out there was one thing worse than total aloneness - an empty Ho Ho box.
Lisa Alex Gray