I was yesterday having a beer at the bar. Yes, not “a” bar but “the” bar. You know, that place where everybody knows your name. Or if you are like me and suck at remembering names, everybody knows your face. So I was having a beer with couple bar friends; when during the conversation, somehow, the words not belonging to a place, loneliness and solitude came out in the conversation. I know, deep shit for a Monday beer after work.
I remember telling Troy that I like that weird feeling when you check in a hotel by yourself. Then go to the room and after you close the door, drop your bag, and check the bathroom … you stop and look at the room and then the feeling of “This is my universe for the next X amount of days” and “I don’t belong here” and “I feel so lonely but so good” … All these feelings settle inside of you. And I guess a normal person would consider this very sad and disturbing but for me is a great feeling. I really love it. It even makes me feel cozy inside … Go figure. To my surprise he told me he has the same feelings too and he loves it too. Danielle, a friend of us, joined too admitting she has the same lonely hotel feelings.
I guess I’m not the only one then. Comforting or disturbing? … Not sure yet.
The Black Brick 