“Learning to use time alone, instead of escaping from it, is especially important in our early years. Teenagers who can’t bear solitude disqualify themselves from later carrying out adult tasks that require serious mental preparation… It is likely that sooner or later behavioral geneticists will find in our chromosomes the chemical instructions that make us feel so uncomfortable whenever we happen to be alone.”
and some hate mail
Someone asked me today, “Where do you think your wit comes from?”
People don’t generally like that question answered with a joke, so I gave my usual, “I work very hard on it,” answer, but it got me thinking. Where did my funny come from?
too quiet, really.
I like to think that I’m a completely independent woman who is capable of running her own life without the help of others. I like to think that. I know it’s not true. I know that I depend on others for fun, advice, help and favors. But I never realize just how much of my life I share with someone else until Eric goes out of town.
Something breaks down in my day-to-day survival skills.