I really wish I had something interesting to talk about. But as it turns out, it's one in the morning and I once again feel like the last awake human being. It's not a feeling a altogether dislike, in fact I feel as if there is something oddly romantic about this hour. In high school I used to wake up at 2:00 a.m. (unintentionally, but for some reason it was always that time) and leave my room to look out the living room window. The empty, dimly lit streets used to give me a sense of comfort that I can't fully explain. It was as if I was the only person awake in the world, and strangely enough I enjoyed that solitude. I was kind of a lonely kid then. I remember laying awake in bed, hours after my family had gone to sleep, and feeling as if I was miles and miles away from anyone who would want to talk. Looking back at it I suppose you could say I was a bit emo. To some extent, I still am. But these alone times don't make me nearly as lonely as the used to. Maybe because I grew up a bit; started to think less and less about meeting the perfect girl and more about applying for graduate school and finding a job. Nevertheless, those times really taught me the art of introspection. It's typically to hear about how people dislike being alone because they think too much. Though it's a relief to not have that burden as much anymore, I'm not sure that avoiding negative thoughts is entirely bad. Such thoughts humble you, remind you of your imperfection, of your humanity. It feels good to be embrace this solidarity every once in a while.
In the words of one of the world's greatest minds as well as my favorite author, Albert Camus once said, "The only real progress lies in learning to be wrong all alone."
