You’ve all heard the sweet little horror story that is only two sentences long**.
The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door…
No one more than me, a horror movie aficionado, gets the suspense of it all. The unknown. The fear of the worst. The lack of anyone to hear you scream. But I guess if I was the last person on earth the thought of that knock would stir feelings of hope rather than dread.
A few years ago, the thought of being the last person on earth would have been scary enough for me without the knock. A few years ago I declared, what I now refer to as, social bankruptcy. The amount of energy I was expelling into acquaintances-disguised-as-friends was becoming exhausting and feeling alone in a room full of people was worse than actually being alone.
Don’t get me wrong, I haven’t turned into the ultimate hermit but I find my circle of friends being reduced down to about 6 truly amazing people. I spend most of my time writing, reading, goofing off, rewatching shows from the early 2000′s, and playing a continuous game of fetch in which I am always the loser….and I honestly couldn’t be happier.
There is something about leading a small life that is simple, easy, quiet, and stress free.
There is something comforting about knowing exactly who that knock is coming from.
** The author does elaborate the planet had been wiped out by aliens and the knock on the door is the last woman on earth.
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Amanda
@amanda___c
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Loved this, and makes perfect sense. If you want to have meaningful connections with quality people, you have to reduce the amount of people you are in contact with. That’s what I think anyway. So if you wanted superficial relationships then you can have many! Anyway thanks for sharing :)