I am not afraid of having coffee alone

Posted: September 8, 2011 in ARTICLES/FEATURES
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The leaf-shaped or heart -shaped picture on the top of a coffee cup always makes me smile. No wonder whether I am with someone or I am alone.

If I go to have coffee with somebody else, I can’t gaze at the coffee-cup for minutes and can’t pass too many comments on it, but, when I am with nobody, I can look at the coffee-cup as long as I want to and pass as many comments as I want to. I think that a cup of coffee could taste nicer, at times, when I am alone and can take every sip of coffee with my feelings (monologues). Moreover, when I am hammered with irritation, want to be in solitude,  I love to have coffee alone.

I don’t think this makes me psycho because I can always have fun while having coffee with friends, dear ones, boyfriend, a person on whom I have a crush with or a cute guy who has a crush on me. Similarly, there are moments when I felt relieved after having cooffee with friends and sharing about life.

I am not trying to prove that having coffee alone and outing alone make you bold but doing so alone also doesn’t mean that you are anti-social or a lonely person. Whenever my friends or family members come to know that I went alone to have coffee, they throw bombarding and worrisome adjectives to describe my nature. Whenever I go alone to have coffee, window shopping or swimming, my friends (whoever comes to know) say that I am totally anti-social. But when I hear my friends saying that they cancelled their outing or shopping plan or any other plan because of lack of company, I feel good that I have an art to listen to my heart. I remember a friend of mine branded me with the adjective “Insane” after knowing I went for swimming alone. I can imagine the priceless time when i was in the inky-blue water inside the pool. I strongly believe that it is worthwhile to take out time from family and friends or from your work for self.

At times, I have walked in a slow rainy evening; many times I have listened to the rain drops pouring from my window till late night. It is countless when I have stayed alone in my room (when there is none) in a hazy afternoon and played the music loud and erased my hunger. Nothing could be more heavenly. Nothing.

Once more I would like to state that I am not an anti-social. There are hundreds of evidences that I can jot down here to prove that I love to be around people, share things with friends, love to cry in front of friends, laugh out loud in public, stay awake overnight talking with friends and take holidays to go for a hiking. Most of the compliments that I have received from people whom I am introduce to is- I can make people comfortable and can mingle with friends withing a short pace.

After reading the article the article by Karyl Mcbride entitled “Why I am so afraid of being alone?” I really feel that aloneness can be an exquisite gift. Afterwards, I realized that wasn’t unsociable but I really love to talk to myself.  No one becomes a loser or a selfish when he/she wants to give time to self. In anther works, loving solitude is loving yourself for me.

There is nothing to lose when we buy time for ourselves from our busy schedule. The only thing that matters is to become happy at the end of the day, no matter even if people call you ‘insane’, ‘selfish’ or a big ‘anti-social’.

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Comments
  1. Meena Bhatta says:

    a wonderful piece of work,, keep up the good work,,

  2. Smita says:

    i miss our coffee get together!
    lets monologue with coffee next time we are together…;)))
    really nice piece..keep up the good work my fren!

  3. Shreejana says:

    i too miss that moment……come soon,so that we can have coffee together :)

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