The Solitude Of My Room

What an inspiring phrase. The solitude of my room... a phrase missing from my immediate vocabulary for over a year now. Actually, the literal meaning of it missing from my life for over a year now. The solitude of a corner in Starbucks doesn't bring the same sense of relaxation. For some people it might, for example I am not lying when I tell you a guy sitting in a corner in Starbucks was clipping his nails. He wasn't catching them in a trash can or a plastic bag, they were all flying who-knows-where while he clipped away. If you're curious I usually clip mine in a parking lot, outside of my car, outside of public establishments, outside of inside. Is that really any better I wonder?

I digress. What I am getting at here is that lovely moment of shutting the door to your bedroom and breathing a sigh of relief behind its safety. You can take off your pants, shut the curtains from prying eyes, turn on all your lamps and twinkling lights, read for 16 hours, or stare at a wall. Nobody is watching. You can be alone with yourself. Do I feel this way because I am an introvert? It is a very distant and beloved memory behind my bedroom door. I also recall feeling trapped in my room. I loved it so much it began holding me back from seeing any living creature other than my cat and my aloe plant. My bedroom wasn't very spontaneous, it was full of memories and movies and me. the lesson: everything in moderation. If you love something because it is special then you may lose that love when it becomes ordinary, or even worse, unavoidable 24/7.