Taken from The Daily Post yesterday:

When was the last time you felt really, truly lonely?

This is actually a bit of a tough question for me. The truth is, I don’t really get lonely. I’ve always been a loner, an introvert, I’m perfectly comfortable spending time by myself, in fact, I usually prefer it to being with others. As long as I have something to keep my mind occupied, be it the TV, internet, or books, then I’m fine, just leave me alone.

Don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy the company of others when it’s something I’m interested in. A couple of weeks ago, I flew to Vegas for a wedding, it was one of my Facebook friends who was getting married, we’d never met in person before this, but I got to meet her and some of her family and friends, and hung out with some of them on the strip, I enjoyed it. And, as I wrote about recently, part of me wishes I was into pro sports and video games, just because I could join in with others who like that stuff, and take part in the camaraderie of that shared hobby. But, in general, I’m a homebody.

Trying to think about the last time I felt really lonely, I guess that would be the last time I got dumped. Y’all know how that is. I spent 2 or 3 weeks just feeling sorry for myself, and the worst part is that it seemed like everywhere I went I saw happy couples together. Holding hands, hugging, kissing, or even just when I’d be in a store and see a family shopping together. I know this goes on all the time, but because of the state I was in, I was hyper-vigilant about noticing it, like I just couldn’t escape it. It felt like EVERYONE IN THE WORLD was happy, EXCEPT ME. That sucked, big time.

Thankfully, I eventually got over it, and back to being my happy alone self. 🙂