Narrative Essay On Isolation
It might not appear so if someone observed me, but I’m rarely bored. I don’t mind isolation. Especially in this day and age, when people bore easily, even with all the technology at their disposal, there doesn’t seem to be a problem entertaining myself. This phenomenon can best be explained by my upbringing as an only child. Growing up, I was frequently asked “Don’t you feel lonely?” or “Don’t you wish you had a brother or sister?” upon revealing that I had no siblings. The other kids my age, genuine in their concern, felt sympathetic. However, loneliness is subjective, as it depends on one’s desired amount of social interaction. Thus, what my classmates could not imagine -- growing up alone -- seemed normal to me. Hours would go by as I
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But they do exist. I remember vividly, one warm night this past summer, I was playing pickup basketball at the park. Our team was battling with the other team throughout, but we eventually lost a close game. As soon as the game ended, our entire team, myself included, started yelling to “run it back,” or replay the game with the same teams. They agreed, but some people on their team wanted a water break. While others started to shoot around or talk amongst themselves, I just stood there, and my thoughts, yet again, held me captive. I realized that their tallest player, standing at around 6 feet and 6 inches, was killing us, altering every shot we took near the basket and grabbing every rebound. I envisioned the Xs and Os moving around on a whiteboard. I realized that if the player he was guarding would step outside and bring him to one side of the court, we could swing the ball back around, giving one of our players a chance to drive to the basket and finish inside without the threat of his presence. I quickly told our team right before the game started, and my plan worked. We won the next game handily. Although the accomplishment seems minor now, in the moment, I realized that I could actually use my daydreaming to solve problems. I finally saw how being an only child could be a benefit. I might seem stoic on the outside, but my mind is always exploding with a fireworks show of thoughts. This
But they do exist. I remember vividly, one warm night this past summer, I was playing pickup basketball at the park. Our team was battling with the other team throughout, but we eventually lost a close game. As soon as the game ended, our entire team, myself included, started yelling to “run it back,” or replay the game with the same teams. They agreed, but some people on their team wanted a water break. While others started to shoot around or talk amongst themselves, I just stood there, and my thoughts, yet again, held me captive. I realized that their tallest player, standing at around 6 feet and 6 inches, was killing us, altering every shot we took near the basket and grabbing every rebound. I envisioned the Xs and Os moving around on a whiteboard. I realized that if the player he was guarding would step outside and bring him to one side of the court, we could swing the ball back around, giving one of our players a chance to drive to the basket and finish inside without the threat of his presence. I quickly told our team right before the game started, and my plan worked. We won the next game handily. Although the accomplishment seems minor now, in the moment, I realized that I could actually use my daydreaming to solve problems. I finally saw how being an only child could be a benefit. I might seem stoic on the outside, but my mind is always exploding with a fireworks show of thoughts. This