It’s how I have lived most of my life in the recent months of my college experience. Solo.
I walk from and to classes alone. I eat alone. I sing to myself.
I have no roommate so that makes living a solo life even easier. I have not gotten to the stage yet where I am having conversations with myself, but it has come pretty close.
I’s not so much that I like being alone more than I like being with people (although I don’t mind it every once in a while). It is more so that I have no choice. It’s what happens when you transfer to a new school. You have to form relationships all over again, and if you are like me, two semesters in a place where you can’t relate to much of the student body are not enough to do so; you have decided to give residence life the cold shoulder.
I do not live life in complete isolation. I visit my family often, call and message close friends from high school and the “ex-college” I attended, and strike up a few hi-bye-how are you? conversations with folks I have developed only superficial relationships with around campus. When I talk to my friends, I tell them that I am starved of conversation and they usually get that from hearing how eager I am to talk about both the mundane and not-so-mundane.
Earlier, I wrote a post titled “Atmosphere of a College Library.” I talked about the feeling of mutual trust that I have developed with other students in the library. It is no surprise that the library is the place where I have developed a friendship with someone who although much older, is kind of like me in many ways and share the same love of conversation. She has even invited me to her graduation party two semesters in advanced, and she’s definitely invited to mine. But after we pass each other by and have finished our conversations, it’s back to being Solo Student for me.