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  • Writer's pictureCaitlin Cassidy

Alone together

It’s so weird how, as humans, our longings, fears, and quirks all mirror each other - yet adulthood is so damn lonely at times. I‘m not a parent, but I’ve heard that about parenthood as well. To literally create a life, or at least a body, and have be constantly attached to you, at least in the beginning... and yet it still ends up being an isolating experience. Side note: PASS!


Even FAMOUS people - creative geniuses - worshiped by others they will never know run themselves into the ground. Many of them end up isolated and washed up.

So what’s the answer? Why don’t we try to connect with each other on a deeper level, when so many of us hurt for each other in the same places?

Fear seems like the obvious answer, but I doubt it is that simple. It’s not even a fear or rejection or disapproval, which is too universal to be cowardly. Fear is justifiable because there are fucking MONSTERS out there who will manipulate and exploit anyone they can. And usually it ends up being the sweetest and most accepting people. Been there, done that.

I don’t know the answer. Many people tell me I’m a “genuine” person, and that‘s my favorite compliment because I know it’s true. I love that about myself. I love that I don’t know how to be any other way, even though not everyone accepts it. It really doesn’t matter.

I get lonely. But I don’t think you should ”look for people whose demons play well with your own.” Make a life with people who make you forget the demons exist.


I’m writing this on my phone and don’t like it. 99% chance of editing coming soon.






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