What's so bad about being alone?
I know you people all talk ridiculously loudly, and at length about nothing
because the small talk somehow fills you up, and convinces you that you have something
which you don’t necessarily, and certainly not all the time:
a tribe,
a voice,
a baby collective that allows you to feel like you made a good choice
in not travelling on your own.
And I’m sorry, but I don’t understand the appeal, and have never. I’m not sold
on wasting my time on words, and energy, and vocabulary that show no kind of meaning
other than me being very recklessly and occasionally stupidly bold.
It’s not that I’m not nice; anyone will tell you
that this Merlionsman is always a fundamental, and very critical part of the group,
and I like to be. I like to feel, too,
that I belong. That I have some kind of use
to others far from home. But the truth
is that I don’t quite get why you also can’t stand on your own. Especially if there are times through
which it makes more sense to just be you with you.
I know, I know. The exallos, especially it seems those who are embedded in the Catholic church, project that it’s shameful to be so true
to your own emotions. You have to engage others!
You have to be part of something bigger, or else it is just fundamentally shameful:
life is way more nuanced than that,
and there are times when both can be helpful,
in their own ways, to you staying true
to your own beliefs, actions, thoughts and emotions.
This is not something very old, nor is it very new:
it’s just coming sense,
and an inner strength
to know that the first person you can always count on
even if you’re not a Makaravedra or Merlionsman
is you.