More stupid research to fill the spaces between newspaper adverts. …
Originally posted by BBC News:
Loneliness is not about being physically alone, it's about a person's individual experience of isolation and how they evaluate it, says the MHF. A loner gets pleasure and satisfaction from solitude, a lonely person doesn't.
While human beings are sociable animals by nature, personalities vary and at the opposite ends of the spectrum are extroverts and introverts.
"For an extrovert it is all about seeking stimulation from other people but an introvert's replenishment comes from solitude," says psychologist Ros Taylor.
"A loner can be perfectly content with their own company, while being alone will make another person utterly miserable.
WTH does Google News serve up such melodramatic BS?
And anyway the definition is wrong.
"Loneliness is not about being physically alone, it's about a person's individual experience of isolation and how they evaluate it, says the MHF. A loner gets pleasure and satisfaction from solitude, a lonely person doesn't."
A "loner" takes pleasure in his environment and can't understand why his peers are content to be spoon fed self indulgences when the world is waiting for them to explore it. They'd love to share their interests with anyone who'd be willing to accompany them.
We get just as lonely as everyone else. Possibly more so only we have that X factor to shelter us. We have things to do and goals to meet and interests that eat us if we neglect them.
Our mind sets (for me it is geo-physics) become pets -even families.
And since, as far as we know, we are the only masters of the subject, we dare not let go.
Not can't let go (which we can't) dare not.
Take one famous loner. Isaac Newton.
He had a job teaching in Cambridge University. So deep were his thoughts and thus so bad his teaching abilities, that no one attended his lectures. So he gave them to an empty hall for 15 years.
I don't suppose it upset him at all, once he got over the initial disapointment. It probably made him angry that the system was set up to serve fools:
Originally posted by Grey:
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
[What mortal speaks in] ivy-mantled tower?
The moping owl does to the moon complain
Of such as, wandering near her secret bower,
Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Beneath [once lofty] elms, [now felled],
Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap,
Each in his narrow cell for ever laid,
The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep
Let not ambition mock their useful toil,
Their homely joys, and destiny obscure;
Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile
The short and simple annals of the poor.
The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,
Awaits alike th' inevitable hour:-
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
[In every long] neglected spot is laid
Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire;
Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd,
Or waked to ecstasy the [lead guitar]:
But knowledge to their eyes her ample page,
Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll;
Chill penury repressed their noble rage,
And froze the genial current of the soul.
Full many a gem of purest ray serene
The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear:
Full many [an education is borne to the obscene],
And waste its sweetness on the [sons of politicians and investment bankers; the ********!].