My blogging friend Lorna wrote a great post about loneliness and as I was writing a comment on the post, I thought I would carry the thought over to here and maybe you'll share your thoughts with us. Lorna and I have never met and have only known each other (wow, for almost 10 months!) through our blogs but we have a lot of things (thoughts, feelings, ideas, music, movies) in common. Her feelings on loneliness are no exception.
I enjoy being alone as much as I enjoy being in huge crowds or surrounded by friends and family. I only feel lonely for my family or friends at the exact moment they are leaving. After they're gone or, of course, while they're here, I'm fine. Our bonds are so permanent and indestructible that even when we're apart, the feelings of togetherness are there. My family and friends are as close as my thoughts. But the actual moment of parting tears at my heart.
Luckily, I'm easily distracted and live in a constant, blissful state of denial. That state of denial is a wonderful place which exists in the minds of those of us who can shove all sadness, regret and dissappoint so far into the deep dark recesses of our brains that they only rear their ugly heads in rare moments of self-pity or after drinking too much vodka.