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ummmmmm, so.
i finished my second to last final of my student life (ever? let’s hope?) today and resolved to continue writing up on my final FINAL paper of my student life once i sat in front of my computer.
however, i do not know WHAT possessed me such that i spent the next three hours sprawled out on my bed with my mouth wide open, (very likely) snoring, and waking up only to realize i fell asleep WITH my contact lenses on, which is THE VERY THING i recall my brain sending foggy signals to my overtired body NOT to do before it completely rejected all external world stimulus and lapsed into COMATOSE MODE.
i have since awoken with a rude start, realized it’s ALREADY evening, cursed myself mentally a couple of times over, went for a pee and realized my eyes are bloodshot like a vampire’s —- however, nowhere as attractive as those twilight-slash-true blood characters (not by a long shot).
i proceeded to run into a guy on my floor, and temporarily forgetting i had scary crazy eyes, decide to engage him in trivial small talk, STEPPING FORWARD AND WIDENING MY SCARY CRAZY EYES and exclaiming “OMG NO WAY YOU HAF AN EXAM DIS SATURDEHHH??” —-oh, you know, JUST IN CASE he didn’t already see that my eyes were bloodshot from 10 feet away.
…he started inching for the stairs in the middle of my shrill “SATURDEHHH??”
can’t say i blame him.
:’ {
So, in order to feel more, and to feel more like ourselves, we connect. But in our rush to connect, we flee from solitude, our ability to be separate and gather ourselves. Lacking the capacity for solitude, we turn to other people but don’t experience them as they are. It is as though we use them, need them as spare parts to support our increasingly fragile selves.
We think constant connection will make us feel less lonely. The opposite is true. If we are unable to be alone, we are far more likely to be lonely. If we don’t teach our children to be alone, they will know only how to be lonely.
EWHA WOMAN UNIVERSITY, SEOUL
“The kind of friends who find the many unremarkably casual things of life transfigured into deep moments of joy, simply because they are shared with one another.”
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Kinfolk Magazine, Vol. 3
“An Unremarkably Casual Thing” by Austin Sailsbury
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