Show me the meaning of being lonely...?

Answer 1

Geez still lovin the backstreet boys?

Answer 2

Loneliness is an emotional state in which a person experiences a powerful feeling of emptiness and isolation. Loneliness is more than just the feeling of wanting company or wanting to do something with another person. Loneliness is a feeling of being cut off, disconnected, and/or alienated from other people, so that it feels difficult or even impossible to have any form of meaningful human contact. Lonely people often feel empty or hollow inside. Feelings of separation or isolation from the world are common amongst those that are lonely. The first record of the word "lonely" being used was in a play by William Shakespeare.

Loneliness should not be equated with being alone. Everyone has times when they are alone for situational reasons, or because they have chosen to be alone. Being alone can be experienced as positive, pleasurable, and emotionally refreshing if it is under the individual's control. Solitude is the state of being alone and secluded from other people, and often implies having made a conscious choice to be alone. Loneliness is therefore unwilling solitude.


Sean Seepersad research about loneliness:
http://www.webofloneliness.com/


Loneliness information and recovery tips :
http://www.2knowmyself.com/loneliness/overcoming_loneliness

Answer 3

I agree with tatmomx7, you can be with tons of other people and still be lonely. It really doesn't have anything to do with how many people are physically around you, but how you feel about the people around you. I always feel really lonely with people who have taunted me in the past or make fun of me now, but sometimes I feel perfectly happy by myself when I am alone. Being around people I trust also takes away the lonely feeling. If there are people I feel like I can have an honest conversation with than I don't feel alone.

Answer 4

I feel I am an expert on this subject, since I am life-time member of the lonely club. Here's my poem on the subject.

"Loneliness"


My imaginary friend
My calling
My call to arms
My national anthem
My badge of honor
My vocation
Enveloping me
Palpable presence
Caresses like the ghost of chance

The We has spoken
The chalk scratch
The red flag waved at the bull
The We not as We the people
(too inclusive)
No, the We as a couple
The We as in two’s company
The palpable threat
Firecracker exploding in my head
or is it fireworks blazing like a fantasy

I don’t acknowledge the We
it’s as if the word was never spoken, never heard
as if that We does not exist,
or exists only as their fantasy

In my forlorn, self pitying little girl’s voice
(I’m quite sure I’m not a woman and never will be)
I say I’m a lonely girl
in my lonely world
In my apartment, alone,
my freedom to be unashamed
unembarrassed to say those words aloud

is it my mantra
is it my calling card
is it my laying my cards on the table
is it my statement
my irrefutable, irrevocable, immutable place in the world

No messages on the phone
Hang up as fast as I can
Saying as fast as I can
nobody loves me
as if ashamed, embarrassed
caught in the unnatural act
that’s the evidence, the proof
Do I really mean it or
is it just the thrill of you are the most lonely,
most unloved person in the world
Or do I feel reassured
You don’t belong
You’re too special
to belong to anyone
to belong to anywhere
So that’s why where there will be a space colony
I could go there and who would stop me,
regret my move

Walt Whitman’s song of myself
this is my song to and from myself
this is my song through, over and under myself
this is my song cruel and doomed to myself

I’m coming out of the hide and seek closet
Meet the misanthrope singing people who need people

please pretty please
with whip cream, cherries, sprinkles on the top
is that childhood?
Oh, I promise to be good (well-behaved)

The main point
The subterranean point
nobody knows
I handed “Notes to the Underground” to my mother
If you want to understand me, read this
Mother says, if you don’t know what to do
go bang your head against the wall

When my mother did her imitations of the black women she worked with
you felt the warmth that gladdens the heart
you felt the warmth of her humanity
you felt the warmth that the old novels of yore, spoke of

Sadness coats my voice
Sadness percolates on my voice
Sadness in my voice past, present, future perfect
Sadness in my voice undeniable
Why pretend anymore?
Yes, Yes, Yes, I am sad
Yes, Yes, Yes, that’s the truth
Mother said everything comes in threes

Now are you happy
push and pull
until you reach the limit
the brink
is there a limit to loneliness
my loneliness
the loneliness cellophane wrap
the loneliness untouchable caste
the loneliness zombie
the loneliness mask
the loneliness dwelling, welling, overwhelming, overflowing,
flooding, crashing in me,
over me, under me, drowning me

looking for the ultimate loneliness
estrangement from myself
every time, I look in the mirror
I still don’t know if I’m pretty or not
I still don’t know what I look like

every time I see my image in the mirror
it’s a surprise, a shock, a puzzle,
a confusion, a no-way-out, a gamble,
a question mark, playing hide and seek

is there a doctor in the house
is there a judge, a psychic,
or just a brave man
to face this face unflinching

I have my clenched fists, folded arms
I have my stare you down eyes
I have my tougher than tough New York act
I have my free for all laugh
I have my freedom to laugh at
I have I know that you know that I know you
better than you know yourself all embracing attitude

Keeping, keeping the underground distance
the train rolls on
no brakes on the train
no stations to stop, to reach
the train rolls on
lights out or lights flickering
are there any stop signs
any place to jump off

I’m so deep
I’m so unfathomable
I’m so unknowable
like the Unnamable
walking on the tightrope
daring the crowd to watch, to follow
compelling the crowd to believe
beyond the bounds of decency
dialogue with the Decalogue
G-d forgive me
After all, Creator I’m just creating
After all, Poet of the Universe
I could swear
You gave me poetic license

Blink is that the truth
Blink is that really me
Blink is that what I really look like
Blink the see through you eyes
Blink the know it all

dam your eyes
to hell
to heaven
wherever your soul wanders
illusions satisfying, gratifying
my illusions, my pretty playthings
my pretty friends
my pretty fiends
pretty please

My dear, true friends
we all talk blah, blah, blah
we talk gossip, our true blue philosophy
we talk between the lines
the burning bush inside us
our burning bush truth inside us
we say to each other
aren’t we loverly
aren’t we the fairest in the land
our fairy tales reinforced
one plea rages inside me
please, please listen to me
let me blow up my balloon
let me blow up my 10 commandments
let me cry over my rainbow
let my passion reveal me, thrive onward
empty talk masquerading as the way, the path,
the pain to gain
the soothing voice says busy, busy, busy
loneliness forbidden here
the mindgate is locked
too busy to think
too busy to feel
loneliness waves are chopped
so tiny, microscopic, can’t be seen

can the blah, blah, blah
relieve the blue-gray dirty, dingy loneliness taboo blues
can’t empty my pockets
no fallen leaves to kick on the path
only a river and jumping from stone to stone
to cross the river

if I am speaking, the boredom danger is beckoning
friends stifling obvious yawns
the yawning chasm of boredom
why speak any more
better to keep the secret
suddenly, my boring life is secret

My dear, true-blue friends
when the loneliness blues
hit me in the face
batter my body
blend with my soul, corrode my soul
who will travel the travesty
to find me
who will deem it necessary
to find me
when the loneliness blues are towering
over me
who will climb over them
to find me
when the loneliness stalks stab me
will anyone pull it out or push it deeper inside me
when I’m sleeping, dreaming
respect the neon sign of dead dreams
respect the sleeping dream of the trancelike death
do not disturb

Answer 5

To me, being lonely has nothing to do with being alone. You can be in a crowed room and be lonley. Being lonely is more a feeling of being disconnected with others, and a longing to be connected.

Answer 6

Loneliness to me is a state of mind rather than a condition of living or environment. It matters not if people are all around, if you do not feel loved, understood and accepted, you are a lonely soul.

Answer 7

I say someone is lonely when he\she has no hope in life.
Being lonely is loving on this earth without hope.When this happesnds it is as the world is coming down upon you.
You have no one to share your problems with,care for you and love you.

Answer 8

Lonely is when your perception of the universe is internal and in your insecurity you retreat further inward severing all contact with anything external.

Answer 9

Loneliness is a big part of our life, we cannot have everything and if you want something that you dont get well then that makes us lonely.

Answer 10

You can be alone but not lonely.