IambicBlonde
Well-known member
Hello, all. I just recently joined and have been reading a lot of the posts here. Lots of different people with many different experiences. I thought I'd share mine to hopefully give kindship to those like me, or offer something for those seeking perspective on their own loneliness.
I've always been an introvert. As a kid I was an only child living in a small town away from my friends at school. As a teenager I never felt comfortable with (or much knew) who I was, so I went with the flow, mimicking what others did, and doing/thinking/talking like them. School allowed me to interact with others, but I was a drone without an authentic identity. But once I graduated high school and separated from my friends I was able to finally think for myself and view the world beyond how others did. But it also meant I had to do it on my own.
I spent the majority of my twenties and early thirties completely alone. A recluse. Learning about poetry, art, politics, worldy culture but not having people in which to share that with. I used my new-found intellect to convince myself that I didn't need others. That being a loner was a badge of pride. That delusion thrived for quite awhile. But never having a girlfriend, never experiencing intimacy or enlightenment from another person took its toll. For years I didn't even talk to another soul outside of my family. And rarely them. Fortunately though they supported me. But I reached the end. I made a decision to engage the world again. In babysteps. Taking walks. Being around people. Getting a job and working with others. I'm still an introvert. I'm still shy. But I have an identity now. And at least I'm giving myself an opportunity to meet people.
What's the point of all this? Don't take what you DO have for granted. Some people here have no friends. Cherish the ones you have. Some people have never known love. If you have, be grateful. But for those of you who are like me, don't give up. I spent nearly ten years completely alone. But I survived. I used that time to find my personality and actually see myself for who I was. Now, when I interact with others I am who I truly am with them. It isn't always a success; a lot of times its awkward. But sometimes people will surprise you in their reactions, as well. And I believe one will only find that special person for them if they live their life as who they really are. Not some mask. Not someone afraid of revealing their actual self. It's okay to feel sorry for yourself. To feel down. But don't sulk around others. Show them what makes you unique, however embarrassing. Everyone has something worth offering another person. Most don't respond or acknowledge or value that, but the ones who do are the ones that could be right for you. It's still a struggle for me, but I'm trying. And if you don't try, you'll always be lonely.
Hope this helps.
I've always been an introvert. As a kid I was an only child living in a small town away from my friends at school. As a teenager I never felt comfortable with (or much knew) who I was, so I went with the flow, mimicking what others did, and doing/thinking/talking like them. School allowed me to interact with others, but I was a drone without an authentic identity. But once I graduated high school and separated from my friends I was able to finally think for myself and view the world beyond how others did. But it also meant I had to do it on my own.
I spent the majority of my twenties and early thirties completely alone. A recluse. Learning about poetry, art, politics, worldy culture but not having people in which to share that with. I used my new-found intellect to convince myself that I didn't need others. That being a loner was a badge of pride. That delusion thrived for quite awhile. But never having a girlfriend, never experiencing intimacy or enlightenment from another person took its toll. For years I didn't even talk to another soul outside of my family. And rarely them. Fortunately though they supported me. But I reached the end. I made a decision to engage the world again. In babysteps. Taking walks. Being around people. Getting a job and working with others. I'm still an introvert. I'm still shy. But I have an identity now. And at least I'm giving myself an opportunity to meet people.
What's the point of all this? Don't take what you DO have for granted. Some people here have no friends. Cherish the ones you have. Some people have never known love. If you have, be grateful. But for those of you who are like me, don't give up. I spent nearly ten years completely alone. But I survived. I used that time to find my personality and actually see myself for who I was. Now, when I interact with others I am who I truly am with them. It isn't always a success; a lot of times its awkward. But sometimes people will surprise you in their reactions, as well. And I believe one will only find that special person for them if they live their life as who they really are. Not some mask. Not someone afraid of revealing their actual self. It's okay to feel sorry for yourself. To feel down. But don't sulk around others. Show them what makes you unique, however embarrassing. Everyone has something worth offering another person. Most don't respond or acknowledge or value that, but the ones who do are the ones that could be right for you. It's still a struggle for me, but I'm trying. And if you don't try, you'll always be lonely.
Hope this helps.