Better To Be Alone
August 16, 2011 § 52 Comments
Someone said yesterday, better to be alone than with the wrong person.
I want you all to know that I do know that. I hear it practically every day and have always lived by it. My mother has been telling it to me since I was about five years old.
“There is nothing more lonely than being with the wrong person, better to be alone,” are her precise words.
We all know it. It is a cliche.
So it is most planktons are not with anyone because the right one has not materialised and they value their aloneness sufficiently not to sully it with the wrong one.
I think of the man I met at an easy-going and very friendly kitchen supper in Notting Hill some months ago who boasted about writing for one of the more depressing tabloids in existence and said he preferred a formal dining-room himself, with crystal glasses, napkins and proper silver. I thought, what a peculiar way of thinking about the world, this aspiration to grandeur, and indirect criticism of the hospitality currently on offer. I aimably told him I completely disagreed, and how much I prefer informality in almost every respect.
He didn’t take my number but blow me down he rang our host for it and texted me the next day with two dates for taking me out.
He was so clearly the Wrong One for me and me for him. Sod’s Law: the Wrong Ones are often the ones that phone and don’t give mixed messages.
But it’s in the plankton’s DNA not to go along with something when we know from the outset it has no future.
No one try to tell us again, even kindly, that it’s Better to Be Alone than with the Wrong Person. We have got that message loud and clear, I promise.