City Living
For some reason, being alone seems to make sense when you’re in a city. It feels good to pound the streets alone, to explore new territory and make discoveries, and it doesn’t seem to matter that there’s nobody else to think about. It’s nice going to shows or the cinema by yourself, or into galleries and museums. I guess it is a little bit like going into yourself and finding new parts of you you didn’t know about, and you don’t have to have somebody else prying and poking their way into your mind.
It is a blessing and a curse, the mindframe too easy to get into. Sometimes it’s nice to have someone else in your heart. But it’s too easy to put up those walls to keep people out, to put in your headphones and sink into yourself that little bit more. A double-edged sword or a circular saw. You can hurt yourself in the city, search yourself too much and end up missing the rest of the world. It’s tough.
Is it enough to search yourself? Is it possible to extend one’s borders? How do you start to give yourself over, especially when there is nobody to give yourself to?
What’s a girl to do to get a shrink around here?
