The difference between lonely and not lonely is what you have around you I guess. Out on the bike a wilderness road with no one around for hundreds of miles in not lonely at all. Why is that so? Because to gather someone around you for companionship is temporary and a short fix maybe? So going it alone is sort of a compromise. Maybe it is the dysfunctional thinking that everything you grow attached to goes away. So what … right? Why not move on to the next thing that fills in the part of your life to enable you to share experiences? Or maybe just keep riding and forget the exhaustive process.
Even on popular roads there is the occasional gas using yee haw that passes you close. As if to say, “my road, my road, my road”. I feel hated, just want to get away from it all. Why do we need to share the same experiences anyway? Or even experiences. Maybe it is just a small population but I somehow feel a need to share. Like this blog. Like a ride with friends. But where are they now? At least I have a blog. I can write about myself and reflect. I can jot down thoughts … about myself.
Sometimes I leave buildings, cars, jobs, and people behind. Because I am lonely. Because I am dysfunctional. Because I am self-absorbed. It is consistant company though.
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