Isolation is not Safety, it’s Death
Isolation is not Safety, it’s Death. If no one knows you are alive, you aren’t.
It’s been a pretty good week. The coffee hasn’t tasted like regret-tainted ash, deadlines didn’t make you question why you are here, and you haven’t managed to brush into that particular neighbor who just talks way too much. Life is good. And then, all of a sudden, something small—a misplaced email, a minor disagreement, or a Wi-Fi glitch—is blown into full-blown chaos. And voilà, your brain flips the "social mode" switch to "full isolation," because, obviously, hiding away from the world is the logical next step.
We’ve all been there. A little stress, it’s off into the fortress of solitude, like we’re starring in our own private apocalypse. I mean, if no one knows you exist, they can’t stress you out, right? But, in all seriousness, if nobody knows you’re alive, do you even exist, ah? Isolation is such a pleasure: your highest achievement will be mastering the art of avoiding most of the human interactions within your sight. The thing about isolation, though: it feels safe, but it’s actually a trap.
Okay, yes, it’s protecting you from all that crazy, wild chaos that this world "is". But in reality, you’re sitting in your room, with the quiet hum of your own thoughts-by hell’s sweat, that’s much scarier than any email thread. The rest of the world just keeps on going as it normally would, and you could be winning at life, whereas you’re just maintaining security, like some sort of glorified animal hibernation.
How to get over from isolating yourselves
The next time that comes across you feeling like running for cover after a stressful day, remind yourself: isolation is not safety; it’s sneaky cousin of death by boredom.
