Leila Sassouni
Writer '18
I am not the type of person who would call myself a loner, but I am definitely the type of individual who loves my alone time. I think that frequently, many people are scared of the word alone, as they think it justifies them as someone without friends, and as someone who experiences an uttermost sadness at different points in life. I interpret this word in my own way. I explore this as a means of being able to use my own brain, incredible imagination, and by yes, my antisocial time.
I will not lie and say that I have no friends, when I know I have the greatest friends a person can imagine. But, this feeling can arise even with friends, or even if there is a rare fight with friends. I have been in situations with people, who I should mention I do not keep in contact with anymore, where even though I was hanging with them, I still felt like I was at a disadvantage to connect with each person the way I wanted. Even though people were right in front of me to socialize with, I had the urge to leave, curl up in a fuzzy blanket at home, and watch a movie. With that said, much of the time this feeling or literal thing is due to uncomfortability. But maybe this was my wake up call all along? Maybe the fact that I felt this way around “friends” showed how oblivious I had been to how uncomfortable I was?
I love being alone. If someone were to have asked me years ago in middle school if I liked being alone, I would simply respond no. In middle school, lunchtime consisted of separate crews sitting at their own brown tables, with friends scared to maneuver around the chaotic cafeteria just to say hi and converse with other people. In my middle school years, if there was ever a point where I felt or literally was alone, I would go into self doubt. But, that was my own mistake.
At this time in my life, I should never let myself feel like I am alone. I have incredible friends, a supportive family, a great guidance counselor, and others who I know I can talk to about anything. It almost does not feel right to even make myself believe I am alone at any time since there are people in this world who seriously do not have anyone to turn to.
These last few years in high school totally changed my perspective. Alone time is a true gift. It gives you time to think, to write, to do work, to feel emotions, and to really appreciate all life has to offer. At a time in my life where I am bombarded with different obligations, I wish for alone time, where I can think thoroughly without the fear of judgement by anyone around me. The feeling is the greatest. I can just sit on my bed, think about my future for some time, and then return back to the reality of being a teenager. Alone time gives my body the relaxation it so desperately needs, as I can lay back on my bed, stretch out my tired muscles. curl up into a blanket, and just think. I love it.
Writer '18
I am not the type of person who would call myself a loner, but I am definitely the type of individual who loves my alone time. I think that frequently, many people are scared of the word alone, as they think it justifies them as someone without friends, and as someone who experiences an uttermost sadness at different points in life. I interpret this word in my own way. I explore this as a means of being able to use my own brain, incredible imagination, and by yes, my antisocial time.
I will not lie and say that I have no friends, when I know I have the greatest friends a person can imagine. But, this feeling can arise even with friends, or even if there is a rare fight with friends. I have been in situations with people, who I should mention I do not keep in contact with anymore, where even though I was hanging with them, I still felt like I was at a disadvantage to connect with each person the way I wanted. Even though people were right in front of me to socialize with, I had the urge to leave, curl up in a fuzzy blanket at home, and watch a movie. With that said, much of the time this feeling or literal thing is due to uncomfortability. But maybe this was my wake up call all along? Maybe the fact that I felt this way around “friends” showed how oblivious I had been to how uncomfortable I was?
I love being alone. If someone were to have asked me years ago in middle school if I liked being alone, I would simply respond no. In middle school, lunchtime consisted of separate crews sitting at their own brown tables, with friends scared to maneuver around the chaotic cafeteria just to say hi and converse with other people. In my middle school years, if there was ever a point where I felt or literally was alone, I would go into self doubt. But, that was my own mistake.
At this time in my life, I should never let myself feel like I am alone. I have incredible friends, a supportive family, a great guidance counselor, and others who I know I can talk to about anything. It almost does not feel right to even make myself believe I am alone at any time since there are people in this world who seriously do not have anyone to turn to.
These last few years in high school totally changed my perspective. Alone time is a true gift. It gives you time to think, to write, to do work, to feel emotions, and to really appreciate all life has to offer. At a time in my life where I am bombarded with different obligations, I wish for alone time, where I can think thoroughly without the fear of judgement by anyone around me. The feeling is the greatest. I can just sit on my bed, think about my future for some time, and then return back to the reality of being a teenager. Alone time gives my body the relaxation it so desperately needs, as I can lay back on my bed, stretch out my tired muscles. curl up into a blanket, and just think. I love it.