Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
Solitary. Some people dread solitude. It can be awful. Prisoners who are put in solitary from some crime or misbehavior find solitude, used as a punishment, to be less than welcome.
Even little children can experience solitude as a punishment. I’ve used it, but only in small doses, and to get my point across to a recalcitrant child. And never, ever would I lock a child in a closet or other dark, enclosed place. That’s not discipline. It’s torture.
A person who seeks other people, who needs company and activity in order to restore his batteries, is said to be an extrovert.
People like me, who crave solitude and quietness in order to recharge, are said to be introverts.
I’m not sure about that. There’s a line somewhere that gets blurred for me. Most people who know me would say I’m a “people-person,” and that’s usually true. I enjoy people. I don’t mind striking up conversations with strangers if the occasion requires it. But I find, as I grow older, that I truly crave my solitude. I guard and protect it. I won’t answer the phone when I don’t want to be disturbed. I need that complete quiet and alone-ness to regain my equilibrium so that I can return to the land of the living with composure, and even with a welcome for the people who cross my path.
This is true especially in the early morning. Don’t talk to me. Don’t require anything of me. Leave me alone. Let me have my coffee and my Bible without any disruption. Give me half-an-hour of silence, and you’ll be my friend for life.
Funny, isn’t it? We’re all so different, and so much the same. Some of you understand me completely. Others of you would say I’m just a morning crank.
Well. It is what it is 🙂