There is a certain social stigma that accompanies intentional solitude. Many undergraduates cannot translate the concept of eating alone in the presence of meandering thoughts. It is unnatural, unsocial. To eat alone or venture unaccompanied provokes judgments of misplacement.
Why do our social circles treat solitude with a sense of disdain? This exigency could be uniquely mine, but I am positive all of us have encountered a peer who doubted our sociability. Do we re-evaluate our empty table and silence or do we question our friend’s need for social security? Forget the stigma, I won’t judge.
I cast away inquires concerning my empty dinner table on a regular basis with the belief those who question me have yet to find the bliss of solitude. Although our ideas occupy an impenetrable tank, our schedules can hinder the need to formulate associations without the threat of interruption. Sometimes, we need time to recuperate from a poor exam score or plan the upcoming week.
Many times I respond to judgments with, “I run on my own schedule.” During the nights, when I transverse back to my dormitory alone, I take in the serene atmosphere of a fading night. I cannot share the interpretation with anyone else because few could understand my perspective. There are times when another social presence would prove an injustice to the moment of self-evaluation. Like many forms of indulgence, solitude is best served in moderation.
In certain situations we seek the comfort of aloneness. In other scenarios, we cherish the energy emitted by our close friends; however, never doubt your sanity if you seek solitude. Run on your own time and your own needs. One plate of food and an empty table is threatening only to those who lack the confidence.