Solitude and Loneliness

The artist is the creator of beautiful things.
To reveal ART and conceal the artist is ART's aim.
-Oscar Wilde
"The Picture of Dorian Gray"

Twenty-five years ago today

December 24, 1985
Tuesday

It was Christmas Eve morning and I had to leave ‘CMG’ alone at my townhouse once again. I arrived at work and my peers were there but the incoming calls were not forthcoming. It was a slow, slow day. Lunch had been catered in for everyone. That was nice.

I did receive Leonard Perillo’s ‘Letter of Recommendation’ as well. I telephoned him to say ‘Thank You’. Chad sent him a Christmas card with the same Cover Newsletter I received; whereby, Leonard will read where Chad wrote about his ‘newfound best-friend’ (meaning me).

At 1PM I was released. I quickly headed home and Chad and I went to South Shore Shopping Center for some last minute shopping. We ran into Mike Miller. He scouted the mall with us for a while. It was kind of fun but I was tired.

I wrapped Chad’s Christmas gifts (because I’m such a nice guy).

 

In solitude we are with our self, and that is what is so frightening because what if there is no self there? Some people do not have a real self. And being with oneself is always a confrontation because there is always some human problem that one is involved with, even a small one that takes some thinking about. I have said so often that SOLITUDE is the richness of self and LONELINESS the poevery of self that I was glad to think just a little bit differently about it today.
-May Sarton
At Eighty-Two, A Journal
September 18, 1993 entry

I ended up leaving Chad and Mike Miller alone at my house, wrapping gifts. I had to go to mom and dad’s house. My brother, Tony, was there as was my niece, Lauren. I ate and we gabbed.

I left mom’s house at 11PM. I was alone at my house but Chad would be arriving soon. I wondered if Santa was coming to town. Yawn.