I’ve been thinking lately about the beach...
...missing being there. Wanting to go back.
I spent a few months at the beach during the fall/winter a year ago. Also 5 years ago—same beach, about 3 months. It was nice having those long beaches to walk on, pretty sunsets, interesting shells to collect. But that’s not really what I miss.
I was alone there. I didn’t know anyone, and didn’t meet anyone while I was there. Didn’t even try. I didn’t interact with anyone face-to-face, except briefly at the grocery store, etc. The beaches were mostly empty of people.
Well, not empty exactly, but definitely not crowded. If I went walking on the beach for an hour, depending on exactly where and the time of day, I might see anywhere from zero to ten people.
I wasn’t working, wasn’t going out to clubs or any places or activities where people go socialize. I really was completely alone. But, despite that isolation, I felt less lonely there than I do now, living in a city where I actually know some people, and where I occasionally see “friends”.
It’s not that the beach was a good kind of isolation for me. I wasn’t happy to be alone at the beach. The difference is that while I was there, I had absolutely no expectation of not being alone. The fact that I didn’t know anyone there meant I had no hope of spending time with anyone. Here, now, I do have that hope. It’s not based much on experience.
Anyone who knows me likely would not describe me as “optimistic”, yet I sort of am. I have hope that something will change (or that I will change something).
But the fact that there are people I know close by and I don’t see them, that I don’t interact with anyone in person on any remotely regular basis (unless I’m doing a show—and then, it’s pretty-much only in rehearsals), just makes my loneliness worse. I’m technically less alone, but that (paradoxically) makes me feel lonelier.
Anyone who knows me likely would not describe me as “optimistic”, yet I sort of am. I have hope that something will change (or that I will change something).
But the fact that there are people I know close by and I don’t see them, that I don’t interact with anyone in person on any remotely regular basis (unless I’m doing a show—and then, it’s pretty-much only in rehearsals), just makes my loneliness worse. I’m technically less alone, but that (paradoxically) makes me feel lonelier.
I’m not going to the beach this winter. I can’t afford it. And I won’t fool myself into thinking I need to get away. I need the opposite. I needed the opposite a year ago. (That’s why I came back here—I thought I’d at least have some people in my live, but it hasn’t much felt that way.) MAYBE 5 years ago I needed to get a way, but honestly, I don’t think it was truly helpful even then.
So, I’m not going back there now. Or probably anywhere else either. I know I’m not “right”, not okay here. But I don’t think there’s anywhere else that’d I’d be any better.
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