Saturday, November 24, 2012

SOLOFLIGHT: Table for one



I am now in a water park down south surrounded by wakeboarding aficionados. But I am not here to do the same. So why am I here? Because I know nobody and no one knows me. Perfect place for me to be alone, think, crack my brain to write this and be spared from the, sometimes, very tiring need for social interaction. Tiring I say? Yes. Why? Because I think most people would agree that maintaining a sane status in this very interdependent earth is measured by constantly being accompanied by people wherever you maybe.

Personally, I have the need to be regularly separated from the world and suspend the endless search to find the right people to be with. A group of friends who share the same interest as you, a boyfriend or a girlfriend who can try new things with you, that one and only friend who thinks cool of something while everybody else finds it ridiculous, your family to celebrate special occasions with or workmates who you share the same stress levels over corporate slavery. But who else is fit for the job? Me. Coz I know what movies I really want to watch. I know the staples. I know which places I’m dying to go to and the list could go on.
 

 

I want to be the first person to try a new cuisine, celebrate my birthday with people I don’t know, in a foreign land. I love to drink with friends but what is it like to drink with certified beer bums like the Germans? I want to be the first customer in a newly opened place that people have been raving to go to. I want to go to all the music festivals there is and feel good music of each instrument in my veins, with my eyes closed. I dream of being an authority in movie and literature reviews. But not everybody may have the time to watch and read this stuff with me, right? And a whole lot more. I want to have a zero degree ice cold beer and smoke some cigarettes while proactively looking around for interesting people around and observe how they behave. It’s sounds berry berry bad ass to me, you know.

So here are 10 Things I highly recommend for me-times:

1.      Go shopping. Inclusive of window shopping so, no pressure.

2.      Watch a movie alone. Please choose an aisle seat. Please. Never sandwich yourself.

3.      Travel to a place you’ve never been. Choose wisely.

4.      Be in a place you know but no one knows. I won’t tell you mine.   

5.      Observe every people you see and appreciate the details of the place where you’re in. Including the very disturbing mole of the waiter in front of me.

6.      A fully charged camera and/or phone and prepare a playlist you never get tired of. *Armi Millare sings in the background*

7.      Bring a good book. Please not Fifty ShadesJ

8.      Research on how to commute to farther places. Self explanatory.

9.      Don’t wear something generic. Be adventurous, they’ll never see you again.

…But I should tell you upfront, this is not a serious case of an anti social behavior.

I just think that everyone should have the time to be attuned to their real self. To do things that only you planned and only you can make it happen. As I write this, I instantly ordered fish and chips as soon as the waitress gave me the menu. Looking back, all my solo trips to places where I want to write, this has been the usual food parallel to my busy typing fingers. So I guess, if I walk around and someone asks me what my favorite food is, I can respond very quickly. Isn’t that a time saver? J

Let’s deep dive. Two things I never understood for the longest time: Why are people afraid of being alone? and; Why are people judging those who spend time on their own? My answer to the first is the second. My answer to the second is the first plus a bag of insecurity. The unacknowledged fact of being envious of people who can stand to be by themselves forms the defense mechanism of picking on them instead. And this behavior forms the notion that the sole idea of it is outlandish and you should never be in that position.
 

My take? Liberate yourself from dependency. Most pain people feel is because of too much attachment. Eighty percent of the tears are because we were left alone and only 20% is because they did not choose to stay. The latter is one third each of bitterness, anger and pride.

People come and go.

People who choose to stay must be taken care of.

People who choose to leave must be set free.

At the end of the day, the last person you want to lose is yourself. Do not be derailed. Take a deep breath of positive vibes and go to tip #10:

Go to a restaurant, smile and say “Table for one, please”

 
*Credits to Google for the pictures :)*

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