Isolation

“Isolation is a way to know ourselves.”

— Franz Kafka

I am certain I could not write about anything else this week. There is the kind of isolation I have experienced since moving overseas and then there is this. As I have said in the past, I am a introvert, therefore, I enjoy my alone time; the difference is choosing to be alone versus having the choice made for you.

 

My Concern

There are many people in the world who need social interaction in order to survive. I had a very intense conversation with a U.S. based recovering addict yesterday. I learned about a support system for addicts I was not aware of. Apparently there are group meetings by phone, sponsors, and other ways of reaching out. That made me feel a little bit better for Americans in quarantine. I’m not sure the same support system exists in Portugal or other parts of the world, although family ties in Portugal are very strong; I have observed a great deal of support for family members in need since I arrived. You also see a lot more elderly people living with their children. Somewhat of a thing of the past in the U.S.

I’m also concerned for individuals, non-addicts, not connected to any social network. These individuals would normally be able to go the mall, a bar, or to their local coffee shops; in some places this is not possible at the moment. I went out today and I was happy to see some of our coffee shops are open. People were sitting far, however, still interacting. [They have  been ordered closed by the government.]

I realize that we need to focus on the deadly virus; however, there are those in the fallout who are not sick with the virus and should not be forgotten.

Personally, I’m fine. I’ve lived alone for quite some time. I love the quiet of the early morning when I wake and the stillness of the night when I drift off to sleep. I’m strong enough to endure isolation for a very long time. A cell or windowless room would do me in, but fortunately I have a view of water, trees, and Paco sleeping in his comfy bed. As long as my internet doesn’t go down; I have many on-line interests. Fortunately, Portuguese television is more American than Portuguese. The weather is springlike and my terrace flowers are blooming. I have no right to piss and moan.

 

An Observation

Compassion and rage . . . I’m seeing a great deal of both right now on social media. I guess it is to be expected considering the times. This is the first time in my lifetime that I have ever experienced a global crisis. This crisis leaves no one behind.

I’m very concerned about the number of unstable people in the U.S. with access to dangerous weapons. If the economy continues to go south and people do not have money to eat, no telling what some will resort to. I’m hoping the 1% who have 90% of the wealth will see fit to share a portion of it with those who truly need it; I believe some are already stepping up. Perhaps the threat of death will help some individuals see that they do not need billions to live a good life. Maybe Trump should be an example to others and make a massive donation? I know.
AND ALSO…THIS
What’s seen a rise…
Hate groups. Earlier this week, the Southern Poverty Law Center reported that the number of hate groups in the US grew 55% since 2017. The SPLC attributed the increase in hate groups – and associated attacks – to President Trump’s rhetoric, using terms like “invasion of illegals” and saying there were “very fine people” at the 2017 deadly rally in Charlottesville. But it also mentioned that in the last year, the FBI has made racially motivated violent extremism a “national threat priority” and placed it on the same level as combating ISIS. (source:  the Skimm, 3/20/2020).

 

I witnessed masses of people come together for 911, maybe something similar can happen now. And do we ever need it.

Some of the late night hosts are filming from their homes. It’s actually much more intimate and natural — I’m enjoying it, but I would prefer things the way they were.

 

What We Can Do or What I’m Doing

These are some of the steps I am taking in order to make this easier:

  • I am contacting all of my friends that may be home alone
  • I am contacting any of my friends who have an illness
  • I am changing my reservations (two out of three of my trips for the next two months have been cancelled)
  • I am cleaning some areas that I usually don’t think about (closets, ceiling fan, the bottom of my pots)
  • Journaling more often
  • Baking and freezing
  • Reading more
  • Catching up on Netflix shows
  • Long walks with Paco
  • Meditation
  • Spending more time on preparing dinner
  • Discovering BroadwayHD — oh my, if you can’t be there

 

Where I Am

I’m getting lots of telephone calls from friends and family. Fortunately with Whatsapp, Facetime, Facebook, Skype, you can be made to feel as if you’re right there in the same room. And people seem more comfortable remaining on the phone a bit longer; not rushing off to work or some social gathering.

It’s only been a few days, but I can see that this will get old. I’m just grateful that I have Paco; walking him and seeing neighbors do the same with their dogs, is very comforting. And I am ever grateful that you can still buy food.

 

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CP

I was born in Brooklyn, New York in 1959. I've lived in several different places, but this is the first time I have resided overseas. My career has gone in multiple directions; however, education is my passion. My Ph.D. in Higher Education Administration from New York University has opened many doors and for that I am grateful. Writing has become a pastime I enjoy and hope to further pursue. The future holds no limitations and I am keeping all of my options open. I have landed in Portugal and there is a vast and beautiful world to explore.

5 thoughts on “Isolation

  1. Greetings from Rockaway Beach!
    As always, you post gave me something to think about while and after reading it.
    The interesting part to me is I didn’t think about it before reading it.
    I have a few friends who are recovering alcoholics that last I heard, were attending daily meetings of AA.
    Now that I think about them I remember them telling me how important these daily meetings were for them and believe me, these were not what anyone would consider “meetings kinda guys”. They were tough, rough, gruff , cross to the others side of the street guys.
    Both of them on opposite sides of the law and looked like they were Hollywood casted.
    I think I’ll give them both a call today just to check in. I’ll tell them “my friend Chris suggested I check on yizz” ( but I promise not to tell them where ya live) lol
    Stay well my friend, this too shall pass.
    Matt
    Ps Happy belated St. Joseph’s Day! ( did you make spaghetti w/ anchovies?)

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  2. You crack me up my friend. Never reveal your source. Seriously, I’m glad you called them. All well in Paradise. No special meal for St. Joseph’s; I’m a lapsed Catholic and I haven’t a clue when it’s a saints day. Forgive me father . . . Say a little prayer for me. Stay healthy please.

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