Rounding the corner I saw a young woman a short distance off the road, sitting up on a grassy hill. Beneath her was a flattened blanket decorated with snacks, a book, and other miscellaneous items. With her, a dog. Her best friend, I suppose. While passing them by, the woman and I exchanged smiles, as the dog played next to her.
She seemed perfectly content having no one else around, but her dog. Some people are like that. They are happy being alone. Others are quite the opposite.
Some people have to have someone around them all the time. Their happiness is dependent on others. Having spoken to a few people in this category, I’ve learned that the thought of being alone is dreadful to most of them. They speak of how bored they would be, and of how lonely they would feel.
To avoid that, they constantly invite people to their homes or schedule outings with their friends. Some even go so far as to invite themselves to other peoples’ homes or events. They simply cannot fathom the idea of being alone, and that’s okay. We’re all different.
I’m like the girl with the dog. Although I enjoy having people around, I am content being by myself. I remember many days laying in the grass, staring up at the sky. Just me. No one else. Often I would go on mountain hikes alone, which I realize now is unwise. Afternoon drives to nowhere in particular was a common occurrence. Or just simply spending time alone in my home, watching movies, working on projects, or scrap-booking.
Never did I get bored, or lonely. I still don’t. To be in a place where there is no noise (except nature), no talking, music, or distractions, is heavenly to me. That’s something that can’t be experienced when other people are around.
Don’t get me wrong, I love being around my family and friends, and cherish every moment we have together. It’s just not a requirement for me to be happy.
Having said all that, I wonder why some people are content being alone and others are not. Is it because of how they were raised? Their culture perhaps? Or, does it stem from the idea of whether or not a person is content with themselves?
While that question is being pondered, I think I’ll go stretch out on the grass and gaze up at the sky.