Enter The Three Amigos: me, myself, and I. No more, no less. And not that I’m a loner. Just self-sufficient. I keep myself company. Three’s company, and my company is good.
Table for one? Yes, please. Play Scrabble With Friends on my phone? Go fuck yourself. The computer is my sole companion and opponent. It makes quick decisions; doesn’t dawdle like human beings. That kind of freedom allows me to get back to the three most important things in my life: me, myself, and I. The Three Musketeers: all for one, and one for all. All of us: me, me, me! And not that I’m selfish, just self-satisfied. I declare my Independence. E pluribus unum: one from many; meaning one individual from many who has the balls to go it alone. Unaided. Yes, unity is important (especially within one’s own self) but so is isolation. I Embrace The Solitude with attitude, my friend, for there is great healing in the oneness of the self-hug.
Just ask The Three Wise Men: me, myself, and I. Or Mark Twain, who was probably also without company when he wrote the following: “The worst loneliness is to not be comfortable with yourself.” S0 true. People think one is a lonely number but loneliness is subjective. You can still feel lonesome in a group of ten, particularly when you’re not comfy with ye, yourself, and you. It’s quality over quantity when it comes to company, and on a scale from one to ten, one is a ten for me. I’m suddenly reminded of those helmet stickers football players get for making good plays. Some players had helmets full of them during my freshman year in high school but I was proud to only have ONE. Solamente uno. And I didn’t get it for making a good play, either. Everyone got a free sticker on the first day when they picked up their helmets.
So why was one sticker good enough for yours truly? Because “70% of success in life is just showing up.” I don’t know who said that or why I said that just now, but who cares? Let’s get back to another pearl of lone-wolf-wisdom from lonely old Twain: “Loneliness is one of the last things you can do alone.” We are proof of that (us… The Three Stooges… Los Tres Chiflados: yo, yo mismo, y yo) because we’re sitting here on a Saturday night, playing Solitaire on our iPhone. Singly… solitary… and alone. Suddenly, a text comes in:
Wanna hang out?
Shit yeah! OMW