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To be alone Is to be complete They say No man is an island, But isn't everyone? We're all stranded on islands of self-interest Connected to others Through flimsy bridges of temporary alliances Mutual interests and gain The more connected we are The more isolated we become Pictures and blog posts Nothing more than facades Anomie is the word of the decade The individualistic The self-sufficient Is reviled For refusing to play the game To participate In the masquerade To jump through the hoops Of social niceties Somehow To sit and squirm Through ******* contests and gossip To flap and flutter In the howling gales of hysteria and contrived laughter Is preferred over Sitting alone Revelations and epiphanies Splayed out before oneself Playing solitaire with one's reflections In peace Baby showers and mixers Celebrated The impenetrable silence Of one's hermitage Eschewed The people-pleaser Preferred Over the lone wolf The team player Over the independent agent I suppose In an age of open doors A locked one Raises a few eyebrows They'd knock and rattle Then bang and kick and shout Before leaving in a huff Authenticity is now the rarest commodity Valued over saffron and platinum So people settle instead For knockoffs Alcohol-plied sincerity is better than nothing A China-made Rolex still looks better -- Flashier, if nothing else -- Than a Timex No man is an island, They say, Smirking Frowning Clucking with disapproval Peering behind perfectly schooled masks Nary a hair out of place Looking at me In all my artless imperfection Paper, pen, and cigarettes for company Well Which of us here Is truly alone?
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Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 10:27 AM UTC
Juche: Meditations on Solitude
To be alone Is to be complete They say No man is an island, But isn't everyone? We're all stranded on islands of self-interest Connected to others Through flimsy bridges of temporary alliances Mutual interests and gain The more connected we are The more isolated we become Pictures and blog posts Nothing more than facades Anomie is the word of the decade The individualistic The self-sufficient Is reviled For refusing to play the game To participate In the masquerade To jump through the hoops Of social niceties Somehow To sit and squirm Through ******* contests and gossip To flap and flutter In the howling gales of hysteria and contrived laughter Is preferred over Sitting alone Revelations and epiphanies Splayed out before oneself Playing solitaire with one's reflections In peace Baby showers and mixers Celebrated The impenetrable silence Of one's hermitage Eschewed The people-pleaser Preferred Over the lone wolf The team player Over the independent agent I suppose In an age of open doors A locked one Raises a few eyebrows They'd knock and rattle Then bang and kick and shout Before leaving in a huff Authenticity is now the rarest commodity Valued over saffron and platinum So people settle instead For knockoffs Alcohol-plied sincerity is better than nothing A China-made Rolex still looks better -- Flashier, if nothing else -- Than a Timex No man is an island, They say, Smirking Frowning Clucking with disapproval Peering behind perfectly schooled masks Nary a hair out of place Looking at me In all my artless imperfection Paper, pen, and cigarettes for company Well Which of us here Is truly alone?
Yes, I am aware that I just compared myself to North Korea.
#introvert
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Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 10:27 AM UTC
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