Loneliness

When did loneliness get shame attached to it?

When did being popular, happy and loved become something we needed to be seen to be, rather than simply be?

When did admitting loneliness become like admitting alcholism, or kleptomania, or some sexual perversion, as if everybody didn't feel it from time to time?

Is it that we all pretend that each of us isn't really lonely, and we wait for one of us to crack, or get bored with the game, so that we can offer our "support" and "feel sorry" for the volunteer who's stepped over the edge and into the no man's land of honest misery?

I know I miss companionship. But I do clearly remember, when I let myself get beyond the rose tinted nostalgia, that I was pretty lonely when I was with someone, as well.

Though I think that what makes companionship so important is that, even through all the shit, we very occasionaly see the light, and ourselves in others.

But is it worth all the rigamarole of relationship for those brief moments of intimacy?

God knows.

I suppose so, yes.

Solitude has its place, and is priceless. But what's a cup worth if you can't drink from it, at least now and then?