Alone Versus Lonely
February 4, 2011
St. Paul, Minnesota
Damn near catatonic from the mound of fried potatoes I just ate.
I have five minutes to bang out what could be done in a dissertation (calling all budding sociologists/psychologists: here’s an idea for research): with cell phones and iphones and blue-tooth-stuffed ears, how much alone time is anyone getting anymore?
At the Lauren Hill concert at First Ave. a couple of weeks ago, I was shocked to see a disturbingly large number of people not looking that the stage, but staring into the hypnotic light of their iphones.
In a recent visit to one of my favorite coffee shops one evening, I saw a table of five twenty-something women, four of which were almost constantly texting.
I admit, I sit on the far side of the continuum of this issue–I almost hate answering my phone and I barely text because I have a flip-phone with a digital scar across the screen. So that’s where I’m coming from.
There’s so much more to this issue that I want to actually flesh out, but for now, I want to leave you with something to chew on:
How much time are you alone? (“Alone,” meaning, not texting, online, facebooking, or with another person. Just alone in your own blessed space). Do you need more time alone? In a finite number of hour in our days, what needs to give to free up time so you can be alone?
My five minutes is up. But I leave you with this quote and invite you to send me an email with your thoughts/comments for next week’s blog:
It is only when we silent the blaring sounds of our daily existence that we can finally hear the whispers of truth that life reveals to us, as it stands knocking on the doorsteps of our hearts. ~K.T. Jong