Do you love yourself? Really?
Actually, I would love to know what that means and how it can be purposely achieved. I have heard on numerous occasions that I should love myself more or learn to love myself. And I often wonder if I should tell myself that I am great and wonderful every day? Should I admire myself in front of the mirror telling my reflection that it is beautiful? Should I give myself kisses and hugs? Isn’t that pretty much impossible? I am really confused. Honestly.
Obviously, I know that love goes deeper than the occasion compliment and it is most definitely not skin deep. So what is this mysterious condition for a supposedly happy life? Just the other day I was walking around town and I saw a young man with his headphones on, sitting by the table beside me was a girl playing with her iPhone. They were both alone, both occupied with some machinery. I see this all the time and I bet you do too. Actually, I do the exact same thing whenever I am alone. And then it hit me! Members of our generations absolutely hate spending time with themselves. It is horrifying. Having to spend an hour alone with our thoughts (no Facebook, no music, no talking on the phone, no work and no book – yeah, books too) seems pretty much unfathomable. Inevitably I though of the good old times when you couldn’t stick a musical plug into your ear or call your BFF so that you didn’t have to think about things that might actually matter. Imagine, back then people would actually sit on a bus for three hours and have nothing but their own company. It wasn’t awkward, it was normal. If your friend was late to meet you, you would sit there. That’s it. We don’t like ourselves anymore, it seems. We’re not fun to be with. We are boring. Or perhaps we are just too lazy to have to be with the one person that count’s the most. You know, the one person that will literally stick to you for better or for worse (because it has no other option).
I can’t help but wonder…is it all lost, though? Don’t get me wrong, I still know people who are perfectly satisfied with going out for a drink on their own, or going to sit on a bench in the park to enjoy the nature. I am not part of those people and I must admit that I envy them. I find it ironic in a way…how at the same time we manage to be absolutely preoccupied by our own lives. It is messed up.
What is even more sad is the story I heard the other day. A woman who I know got dizzy and fell down on a busy walking street and absolutely no one came to help her. There she was, on the concrete… and from what I imagine people had to step over her to get by. I guess I don’t even need to mention how way too few people stop to ask if they can help whenever there is an accident of some sort on the road. We rather drive by, forget it and blame it on the good old ‘what could I have done to help, anyway?’. The moral of this story is that what is almost as sad as not loving ourselves is not loving our fellow human beings. We are becoming a bunch of selfish, self involved and boring people. Actually, no wonder we think that we’re no fun.
I don’t know what the future brings, with all the technology that is slowly taking over real human interaction I fear that we are on the way to becoming social cripples…but then again..our narcicistic souls might guide us out of the ditch that we are bound to fall in. For now, what can we do to save ourselves? I guess a good start is to go out for a walk and leave all iStuff at home. If you can go an hour without freaking out..they you might be just fine. If not…well then use that phone to call an ambulance for someone who might need it. And for god’s sake…pick someone up if they fall.