The Power of One
or Unplugged
There's a certain I-don't-know-what to unplugging everything for a week and spending alone time truly alone. Nostalgia is one word I thought of yesterday, but it doesn't really do the feeling justice. It's like being back in the heyday of junior high, when homework was relatively nonexistant and my every minute spent at home was spent on a book. I had just discovered the wonderful world of the fantasy genre (thanks to Mr. Browning, who suggested I read Tolkien, although I thought the guy was just pushing his own favorite book or something) and that meant there was an entire section of material that I had to conquer in all of the libraries and bookstores that I frequented at the time.
And now, for someone who went through most of high school with the ability to come home and get connected to a lot of other people with similar likes and dislikes via the internet and instant messaging, the beauty of a technological time-out is all the more relaxing. I haven't jumped at the sound of my phone in a week or two. I haven't spent half as much time in front of the computer as I have on work for my classes. I haven't even arranged to eat meals with anyone since last week sometime.
This, I'm afraid, will not be how I spend the rest of my life. Hermits probably don't make for very good teachers. While I would never say that my solitary status is lonely, socialization is still a great diversion sometimes. "Diversion"...is socialization a diversion, or is solitude the diversion? The real question is figuring out how to balance them all out.
To anyone who truly deserves an apology for anything I've ever done, tonight's glass of fake-champagne will be lifted to you.
***Note: I'm typing this on a freaking iMac, so I blame any funky errors on this stupid piece of crap.
or Unplugged
There's a certain I-don't-know-what to unplugging everything for a week and spending alone time truly alone. Nostalgia is one word I thought of yesterday, but it doesn't really do the feeling justice. It's like being back in the heyday of junior high, when homework was relatively nonexistant and my every minute spent at home was spent on a book. I had just discovered the wonderful world of the fantasy genre (thanks to Mr. Browning, who suggested I read Tolkien, although I thought the guy was just pushing his own favorite book or something) and that meant there was an entire section of material that I had to conquer in all of the libraries and bookstores that I frequented at the time.
And now, for someone who went through most of high school with the ability to come home and get connected to a lot of other people with similar likes and dislikes via the internet and instant messaging, the beauty of a technological time-out is all the more relaxing. I haven't jumped at the sound of my phone in a week or two. I haven't spent half as much time in front of the computer as I have on work for my classes. I haven't even arranged to eat meals with anyone since last week sometime.
This, I'm afraid, will not be how I spend the rest of my life. Hermits probably don't make for very good teachers. While I would never say that my solitary status is lonely, socialization is still a great diversion sometimes. "Diversion"...is socialization a diversion, or is solitude the diversion? The real question is figuring out how to balance them all out.
To anyone who truly deserves an apology for anything I've ever done, tonight's glass of fake-champagne will be lifted to you.
***Note: I'm typing this on a freaking iMac, so I blame any funky errors on this stupid piece of crap.
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