A loner or lonely?
July 4th, 2007I’m a loner. I spend a lot of time alone, just doing my thing. I live with my son and his girlfriend, but they sleep a lot when I’m awake. I love to read (alone), play computer games (alone), watch my favorite TV shows (alone), play solitaire (alone).
I remember the days when I had some really close friends and spent a lot of time with them. I remember the days when I had a man in my life and spent a lot of time with him. I remember (not too clearly) when I had a lot of drinking buddies. Of course, I found out when I quit drinking that most of them were not real friends.
I’ve had a couple of dreams lately that involved a boyfriend. When I woke up, I felt lonely.
I have a lot of people in my life, but since moving to Florida almost three years ago, have not made a lot of friends. There is a woman I work with and spend some time together, but she has a REAL life, so we don’t get together that often.
When I was in Texas, my best friend was Diana. We lived next door to each other. She was (and still is) a wonderful person, and we had some great times together. In Mississippi, I had Dawn, and we still keep in touch, too. We also had some great times together. In Connecticut, I had Diane and my sister-in-law Mary-Jane.
I miss those friends, the time we spent together, the laughs we shared and the closeness.
Most of the time, I am OK with being alone, but sometimes, I feel lonely. That’s a terrible feeling, I think. I mean, I’ve been thinking about going back to AA, partly because I am a recovering alcoholic, but also partly for the human contact. Is that sad or what? Is that desperate or not?
Is my life sad? Is my life desparate? I hate to think so, but I’m leaning that way. And that makes me even more sad.