I think I do not like people who do not have solitude or loneliness as a choice or an option, but have it as the last option or a compulsion.
Never ever dare fall for someone who cannot be alone, who cannot sit alone, who cannot walk alone, who cannot eat alone, who cannot go to a restaurant alone, who cannot sit at a table or think about life while drinking a cup of tea alone.
People who cannot be alone with their company are always nauseated and disgusted by themselves, their souls, their thoughts, their hearts. They always need people, movies, gossip, places as fillers to fill their void because they don’t have the courage to sit alone. Even in relationships, it’s gonna take a toll.
You have seen men coming home past midnight or women, after marriage, coming home late because they don’t like the kind of company or solitude you impose on them. You look at the flaws of everything and everyone around, because the table you sit at discusses politics, society, and people, but rarely discusses themselves.
To look inside, to find your flaws and perfections, to become self-aware and aware of society in deeper aspects, you must give time to the self that analyzes, that dissects, that questions, you must give yourself the space to sit with your own thoughts, mind, heart, soul—and it takes courage.
A person who can’t bear their own company will replace you if you aren’t there to accompany them, to make them feel good. They will hop onto anything without any standards just to fill that space. And it’s scary — people of no standards and values are scary.
I cannot trust people who are terrified of silence, who become uncomfortable at stillness, who need worldly, material, senseless noise—constant noise—to drown out the chaos inside.
People who need a screen, a voice, a plan, a place, a party, a purpose outside themselves because they have none within. People who scroll endlessly, talk endlessly, move endlessly because stopping means facing the void they’ve buried under distractions. It suffocates me—their need for fillers, their fear of being alone, of hearing their own heartbeat in the dark.
If you cannot sit in silence, if you cannot walk through a day without begging the world to entertain you, you are dangerous. You will drain the peace of others because you cannot create your own. You will demand company, conversation, validation, even in moments meant for solitude. You will invade spaces that are sacred—moments of quiet, of thought, of rest—because your mind screams in your ears when you are alone.
People like this are parasites, they cling, they suck, they feed. And when they can’t feed off you, they leave, they replace, they find another source of noise. They don’t care if it’s chaos—as long as it’s not silence. I do not like people who cannot be alone. I do not like people who cannot be alone. I do not like people who cannot be alone.
— Sadia Hakim // Letters Unsent