Last night was one of the many nights that I had to spend it alone. It is no biggie, really, because I am really into it. I do enjoy solitude hours. I enjoyed the quietness of the night and being able to hear my own thoughts, couldn’t care less of the way I look, or to censor the words that would escape in my mouth (word vomit) and basically be myself.
Sometimes it can be a drag to always gear up with your armor and always be wary about the people that surrounds you. Sometimes it can be really tiring to uphold the reputation, or whatever persona that you are trying to make those people believe.
And a few hours all by your own could put everything into a different perspective. Or it can allow you to breathe. It is good.
I enjoyed it last night. Me and my dinner. Just a bag of chips and a bottle of wine. Kinda classy, eh?
I know, people would say that it is Saturday night, you should go out or something. But let just say that I am in a location where the last paved road can be seen after 150km. Or that the next police station is 2hours away.
Right, into the wilderness. With the sounds of unknown are the one’s that comfort me.
But I like it.
For last night, that night was for me. And me alone.
