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Loneliness is a terrible thing. It’s not, for some of us humans, a matter of not being around people; it’s quite possible to be lonely in a crowd.
I was also in a military family, always on the move, so I learned early how to make friends quickly in a new place. Keeping those friends was a different matter.
Like countless people before me, I write, paint, read. Sometimes I share my products and sometimes I don’t. But the simple act of getting my yayas out on paper or canvas or board helps. As Picasso is supposed to have said, everyone’s an artist until someone says they aren’t and they believe it. I attach a sample.
As Ram Dass always preached, Be Here Now.
Face to face conversation is sometimes overrated; there’s a lot to be said for contact electronically. Drop us a line.

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Loved what you wrote emil. Thank you. I still play the piano, correspond electronically, talk to family far away on the phone, take care of my wife who also takes care of me. I've lost a lot of motivation to take care of self, sadly. However, I want to think I'm a happy senior who doesn't give up. I love your alleged quotation from Picasso about everyone being an artist until you begin to believe you're not. It helps me to admit it and to "Be Here Now" as much as I can.

Thank you very much, and the mentioning of Ram Dass is so nice!
It is so true: Be Here Now.
I apologise for not answering sooner, this was not my intention. Things happened and I had to cope and take care.
It is very possible to be lonely in a crowd which is actually when I notice being lonely very often; seeing all those people interact with one another, laughing, having fun, drinks, light conversation. It feels as if a glass barrier is between me and them, and I am unable to pass through it. It would be nice to be like that. But it seems like a different world, one I never knew.
At work I make people laugh, explain things, help them do their jobs, get them on the way. And then I am back home and watch television, keeping myself busy, chasing the feelings of loneliness.
The house is full of the echos of my own actions, nothing moves unless I move it. The only sounds come from me. There are no surprises unless I forgot to turn something on, or off, or if something breaks. I feel there is a missing dimension, one in which I can actually connect with others.
I used to draw and paint! I even did pottery. But I seem to have 'lost myself' somewhere, although one of course never loses oneself. In my heart I am still there, here, but tired and slightly freaked.
Tomorrow will be a big day with teaching, having fun, taking care of business. This usually gives me a buzz. I carry that buzz for a few hours, I should put it to good use.
Yes, there is a lot to be said for electronic contact. Here is my line.