I walk into a café and order a coffee. The barista, who knows me, asks me, “You’re here alone?”
I nod, smiling.
The idea he’d ask this question made me realise that most people are uncomfortable spending any extended amount of time by themselves. Why?
There’s a certain luxury, even necessity, to have some quiet time away from our daily routines, from people, from a hundred calls for our time.
There’s only me, my journal, a black ballpoint pen, and my coffee. It’s perfect.