Day 2, Manhattan
Kids riding the subway, age 7, alone. Culture just assimilates here. Mind Blowing. It’s just what you do and you don’t know any different (or ask questions for that matter). I feel accomplished—I’m not much for going at situations alone but today I spent an entire morning/afternoon roaming up and down Broadway, Union Sq., & the Village as a lone ranger. (!!!) I even ate brunch by the Hudson with just me, myself, & Village Voice. They were some of the most serene and peaceful moments, oddly you are by yourself but never alone. I think it’s funny/incredibly disillusioning that some people go through their entire lives without spending time alone. Christ, it all began with the buddy system infiltrated into our feeble minds in Brownie Scouts. /rant.
Regardless, it could be as simple as how you like your eggs in the morning or as daunting as how you are going to spend the rest of your life, but the key is just simply satisfying yourself with making these decisions I-N-D-E-P..(ok, you get where I’m going here).
Three Dog Night (whom I would blindly believe in all other instances) once said- one is the loneliest number.
Here, I call their bluff. Draw a line in the sand, & then step over it by yourself. It’s good for the soul.