“I’ve never been lonely.
I’ve been in a room — I’ve felt suicidal.
I’ve been
depressed.
I’ve felt awful — awful beyond all — but I never felt that one other
person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me…or that any number
of people could enter that room.
In other words, loneliness is something I’ve
never been bothered with because I’ve always had this terrible itch for
solitude.
It’s being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for
something, that I might feel loneliness.
I’ll quote Ibsen, “The strongest men
are the most alone.”
I’ve never thought, “Well, some beautiful blond will come
in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I’ll feel good.” No, that
won’t help.
You know the typical crowd, “Wow, it’s Friday night, what are you
going to do? Just sit there?”
Well, yeah. Because there’s nothing out there.
It’s stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupefy
themselves.
I’ve never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night.
I
hid in bars, because I didn’t want to hide in factories.
That’s all.
Sorry for
all the millions, but I’ve never been lonely. I like myself. I’m the best form
of entertainment I have. Let’s drink more wine!”
(Charles Bukowski)
