Essay 4 Based on Misery

To be alone is a sad thing. Whether by choice or by terrible luck, when we are alone we feel helpless. It takes the form of a crushing hand grasping you by the heart threatening to wrench it from your chest to punish you for your foolhardiness. A person, regardless of whether they are a strong willed individual or a weak one, needs to be able to lean on someone every once in a while. Constant solitude brings about a form of thinking that is harmful to everyone around us, regardless of whether we love or hate them. When someone finally comes along to help offload everything you’ve built up, you cling to them desperately, praying they won’t leave you alone again to wallow in your doubt and self pity. To be part of something is an uplifting experience. When you find something you are able to be a part of, all that doubt and pity wash away and your soul feels free. A confidence will start to build a sort of support in yourself that when people go away you can cling to and know, eventually, there will be others to help you. In the event that no one comes to your aid, you’ll lash out violently. It may not be physical violence, but you could say something out of spite that you know will hurt someone worse than a thrown punch could. Emotionally you become detached, unable to be reached by anything except what you obsess over. When finally you have what you crave in your grasp you hurt it. You make it feel the pain you’ve felt, forcing it to deal with the pain of being alone, the joy of being a part of something, and then the coldness that spreads when the circle completes and you are alone again.