Seasons of loneliness - Tommy Dixon

The other day, my roommate asked me whether I'd want to spend a day doing something I like alone, or doing something I dislike but with someone I love. At first, the answer was obvious. As a tried and true introvert, I spend a lot of time alone, living in my heavily populated solitude, and rather enjoy it. Most of the time, I am not lonely. I am simply alone. But, I thought a moment. I remembered a cold and gray October day, when a mean-spirited rain fell in sheets and I was outside planting cloves of garlic three inches into the mud for five hours, hands numb but shoulder to shoulder with a friend from Italy who liked to talk about philosophy and free will and never failed to have fun. If I had to choose, I would repeat that day in a heartbeat. Over any day I've spent alone. At the time, it was frustrating, verging on maniacally funny, but now is one of the best memories I have. Moving to a new city has been interesting because it provides the delightful and daunting opportunity to cu

The other day, my roommate asked me whether I'd want to spend a day doing something I like alone, or doing something I dislike but with someone I love. At first, the answer was obvious. As a tried and true introvert, I spend a lot of time alone, living in my heavily populated solitude, and rather enjoy it. Most of the time, I am not lonely. I am simply alone. But, I thought a moment. I remembered a cold and gray October day, when a mean-spirited rain fell in sheets and I was outside planting cloves of garlic three inches into the mud for five hours, hands numb but shoulder to shoulder with a f