Working, sunning and in the depths of loneliness…

Perhaps I am on the pity pot.  Probably.  We’ll see…

Here I am in a wonderful geographic place, making beautiful photographs that, in my mind, show the grace, power and delicacy of the female form.  The sun is out (finally) and the temperatures are perfect.  I have had a relaxing and pleasant Sunday, with some good reading, some beach time and a decent conversation with at least one person.  Nevertheless I am terribly lonely and feeling increasingly isolated from the rest of the students here.  Is it my age?  It is because I do not drink alcohol? Do I threaten them in some way?  I have noticed that more and more often I have not been invited to join anyone for a meal, idle companionship, or even to share my car-anything.  I have to actually go out of my way to invite myself.  It is humiliating for me to continuously ask if I can join someone for a simple cup of coffee.  If the shoe were on the other foot, which it has been before, I would be the first person to invite someone along for the ride.

In Homer’s ‘The Odyssey’ there are only a few point where Odysseus is truly alone.  His men are lost, he has been imprisoned–things along those lines.  A teacher I know taught me that, to the Greeks, being alone is seen as a type of illness.  This is why the Greek traditions are always jammed with people.  No one eats alone, sits in cafes by themselves, no one.  I can identify with Odysseus.  It feels as if I am a pariah, banished from the pack and destined to do nothing but walk from my apartment, to school and back.  I feel as if I have been cursed.  So what have I done to deserve this?  Am I deluding myself into thinking that I am a nice guy when everyone else actually considers me a shit head?

To be honest I have much to be grateful for.  It would be nice to have some other folks around to share it with me.  There is a dark part of me that wants to say, “Fine.  No more love from me.  You all want it that way, then go away.”  I do not believe that this is the correct way to think though.  I must believe that, deep down, it is not me that this is about.  Unfortunately it is becoming increasingly difficult to do so.

More to come…

JDCM

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