Solitude's retirement

Long long ago, Solitude, the virtuous feeling of being alone but not lonely, went on a journey.

On this journey, she rediscovered herself, put all her thoughts in place and got to know a part of her she thought was lost when people started misunderstanding her with loneliness.

Solitude was calm and concise. Composed and well mannered. No one could say a thing on her, since she was the epitome of independence. 

But men started thinking they didn't need her company. They started hushing her away like a pest. Men were so wrong.

So Solitude went away, far away from men so they could see how much they needed her.

Solitude went to the clouds. Above all, she set camp right on top of everyone. And stood watching.

The first week of Solitude's retirement, men were ecstatic. Everywhere they go, there was someone there. They felt loved, they were appreciate, they got partners in crime, love, mischief and adventures. Men were never alone. 

After three weeks of Solitude's retirement, men were stubborn, accepting the company they did not want and almost withstanding the others around them.

By the fifth week, Solitude was cackling on its cloud, rejoicing on men masochism. They were engrossing each other on business, trying to do things alone but there were always someone to keep them company, always someone who will watch them, walk with them, sleep or even bathe with them.

Men were infuriatingly accompanied.

And Solitude was refreshed. She found everything she was looking for on her retirement. She felt appreciated and necessary. But, alas, men were still suffering from her retirement. So at the end of the sixth week she came down again.

It was an instantaneous change. Men whom were about to start arguing or were already hot on tirades against each other ceased mid-fire and went home. And nobody went with them. 

By the first week after Solitude's comeback, men were refreshed. They enjoyed their time with others, but appreciated the time they could spend doing things on their own, without help, or opinions, or judgement.

Men encountered in Solitude what they buried time and time again...

Themselves.