On being lonely

Don't worry! Although my title sounds academic and depressing, and I neither of those things and neither will this post be. I wanted to talk about my weekend, however, and reflect on the utter tranquility and rest that it brought to me.

I have always been a relatively busy bee. I'm not like the type of busy where you look at the person and you're like "wow! I don't know how she does it!" but I can't say I've ever had a weekend where I didn't have at least a few plans with other people. Whether it's a hockey game or just meeting up with my friends from back home and just enjoying each others presence, I've never had a weekend with nothing. Until now. This weekend I did absolutely nothing. Except homework. I did not text a friend, I did not hang out with a friend, and I did not go out any night. I went to be before midnight every night, and woke up at about 9am each morning. It was the strangest feeling. You feel such a pressure, especially with social media where you are always being shown how everyone else is being social and making use of their time, to go out and be doing something impressive or social. I feel such an expectation to have plans since my life is always in such motion in once way or another. It felt simply strange to just sit on my bed at 9pm on a Saturday night completely alone with nothing to do. No sure I would do it again any time soon, since I like looking back on busy days, but it sure mad me realize how rarely I actually have a free night to myself.