I would have chosen death any day over solitary life or bad companionship, but then again, if one could not have death, I wonder, which one is better? A solitary life where loneliness is your only true friend, or bad company where you get irritated, angry and uncomfortable with your companion or the people around you, because they simply would not respect your rights and privacy?
As of late, I have been thinking about this matter; on whether I would prefer solitude or bad companionship. One thing about me that others should know is that I don’t like to feel bored and lonely. I like a merry, cheerful and carefree life where I can share my days and night with others.
But while I prefer not to be alone and would like to have a pair or ears that listens without judging and a shoulder to cry on every now and then in all my troubles, I don’t think I would appreciate bad company.
I think, I would prefer a solitary life any day than having people trying to make my inner volcano erupt all the time by invading my space and privacy. Yes, I think, I’d rather have that.
When life is truly bad and you think you’re all alone in all your troubles and you can’t get out of it and all you want is to buy yourself a coffin and bury yourself, you would probably want to be alone, either to take a breather or to reflect on what’s going on in your life so that you can move on later on when you’re ready.You would not want anymore additional stress and pressure.
But sometimes, life plays dirty tricks on you, and people simply would not leave you alone… and whether you want it or not, you get bad companion who doesn’t understand you at all, and only think for themselves. Yes, they think nothing but themselves and they get on your nerves and more often than not and they definitely make you feel that you are capable of murdering them. Unfortunately for you, they simply wouldn’t go away, because however unwelcome they are in your life, you could not get rid of them-they might be old friends, parents, in laws, siblings, etc.
Frankly speaking, I used to think that a solitary life is a punishment more worst than death itself, but not anymore. I now know that solitary life can be more soothing and more serene than having assholes who exists solely to make you feel pissed off and could do nothing about it. I used to hate the thought of having no one to turn to, but I’d rather have no one to turn to than having my blood boil every single breath with their attitudes.
Cleffairy: Hopefully, I will not have to truly choose between a solitary life or having bad companions in my life for death would be a better choice between the two.