Comments on: Loneliness

By: unreliable narrator

unreliable narrator — Wed, 03 Sep 2008 16:19:02 +0000

PPS:

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/deeply-morbid/

By: karen

karen — Wed, 03 Sep 2008 16:05:27 +0000

Something I listened to on NPR the other day made me think that there really is a national epidemic of loneliness, at least in its myriad forms and degrees.

I want to say, too, that I think of course we all have our own experiences of what happens around us, whether it happens to us directly or not. That is certainly the case for me. Your blog is supposed to be about you and your life experiences, right? Makes sense to me, anyway.

Then again, it’s entirely possible that I think that because *I* am incredibly solipsistic (egocentric is far easier for me to spell, though). And that in turn would explain a dearth of friends and its consequent loneliness! ha!

By: elisa

elisa — Wed, 03 Sep 2008 04:48:29 +0000

Hi. I’ve been reading and really enjoying your blog, linked from another blog I read and enjoy, and wanted to say-YES! Yes to the feeling of loneliness around a group of people, events, etc. It’s that connection that I miss. It’s something I’ve still been looking for here.

By: Gail

Gail — Tue, 02 Sep 2008 16:24:54 +0000

Mara! OK, so I browsed on over here in hopes you might have posted something on the whole Palin/motherhood thing only to be delighted with this post, laughing since I don’t know too many other people who would un-self-consciously hyperlink a post-partum experience. Like the eating disorder analogy–so individual to find what type of food and how much at what times truly nourishes. Love you; let’s Skype.

By: unreliable narrator

unreliable narrator — Sun, 31 Aug 2008 16:11:27 +0000

Actually you already said it:

“…my own capacity to connect being diminished by my being preoccupied, tired, defensive, resentful, or anxious.”

PS I love “milk-drunk and drowsy.” It’s a poem, or a piece of one.

By: unreliable narrator

unreliable narrator — Sun, 31 Aug 2008 16:07:43 +0000

Where do they all come from?

Dearest! School ate me. And, the B. and I got new cellphones, which has thrown me off hugely, as in I *think* you texted me, but haven’t compared the number to the number in my old phone to make sure. And weirdly enough the new Firefox browser is confusing too. State school zaniness plus trying to convince my skinny-fat body, after a summer of air-conditioned book-reading indolence, that riding 7 miles a day in the heat is GOOD for it….

Where do they all belong?

By: Mara Collins

Mara Collins — Sat, 30 Aug 2008 19:14:34 +0000

Marshall — I appreciate the warm wishes. In so many ways just writing this out helped me go “Oh, so that’s what it is, now I know what I need to do.” Because I haven’t been unhappy, so much as in a funk.

Neil, I remember hating Sunday afternoons as a kid, probably that transition thing to, my parents getting ready for another work week — it wasn’t happy around-the-kitchen table time.

It’s funny wondering if connections via Twitter and the blog “count” — are they like a sugar rush that makes you feel briefly better and then crash from, hard? Or can they help tide you over until you can get more connection from people around you?

By: Neil

Neil — Sat, 30 Aug 2008 18:56:04 +0000

I get this odd sense of loneliness almost every Sunday night — another transition period between the weekend and the work week. If the weekend was good, I am sad about it. If the weekend was dull, I feel missed opportunity. I never quite know what the next week is going to bring. And I tend to associate Sundays with “family,” and I always visualize happy Suburban families sitting around the kitchen table chatting — which I know isn’t usually the truth — but it always seems “more” than whatever I am doing.

By: marshall

marshall — Sat, 30 Aug 2008 18:56:01 +0000

i appreciate the chance to read about your thoughts and feelings, mara. these experiences are not anything i’ve gone through but i send you warm wishes.