Me, Myself, and the Awkward Silence ✨
There’s a moment in everyone’s life when you find yourself sitting alone, staring into the void (or Netflix), and wondering, “Am I my own BFF or just a default setting?” Accepting your own company can feel like a solo trek through an emotional mountain range—majestic views, but no one to snap a picture with. The journey of being okay with just you is lonely, awkward, and at times, downright boring. But hey, stick around. The ending promises some fireworks. The Initial Stage: “Who Invited This Silence?” When you’re suddenly left alone—no phone calls, no texts, just you and the sound of your refrigerator humming—you realize how dependent you’ve been on external distractions. That silence feels louder than a concert in your head. But here’s the catch: you need it. Consider it like a detox. The more you sit with it, the less you crave the chaos. And trust me, your fridge hums have rhythm. The Awkward Middle: “Who Even Am I?” This is the part where you question everything. Do I really like ...