The Deringer Files:

Posted on November 24, 2015 by KG

‘The Lost Art of Solitude’

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31 Responses to The Deringer Files:

  1. mawm says:
    November 24, 2015 at 06:15

    His blog seems like one that needs some quiet time to explore it. Love the Vetriano painting.

  2. Brown says:
    November 24, 2015 at 06:30

    I think he’s right in principle but takes the matter to a level that will make a wife a long suffering woman.

  3. K2 says:
    November 24, 2015 at 06:34

    Sorry, no time for solitude. I might have to listen to the voices in my head. Evaluate my life and find myself wanting. I might have to think (ouch!) and it’s possible I might be wrong about some things and that’s unacceptable. And now, if you will excuse me, I have to text my friends and check out my Facebook and Twitter.

  4. andy5759 says:
    November 24, 2015 at 10:03

    What a lovely article. The writer pointed out, using other words, that men can be quite happy in their own company. Whereas women crave company and constant noise. Okay, that could be a manifestation of their multi-tasking skills. Can we spread the word about that men simply vegetate when alone, maybe then our women will leave us alone for a few moments.

    • carol-christian soldier says:
      November 24, 2015 at 12:26

      really<>
      Carol-CS

      • Darin says:
        November 24, 2015 at 14:03

        Yup,it’s a constant mistake many newly wed women make.When we come home from work,especially if we have to commute and especially if the job is physically or mentally demanding we need time to decompress before we hear a peep about anything short of the house being on fire.

        • carol-christian soldier says:
          November 24, 2015 at 14:29

          maybe I have to much ‘testosterone’ -because- I do not want to hear wining and complaining from anyone–nor loud talking-
          and-
          the guys at the golf club sure do talk loudly and a lot —

          this woman has to escape to the balcony of the club to get some peace and a few drawings done!
          Carol-CS

  5. KG says:
    November 24, 2015 at 10:06

    Being “left alone” to enjoy solitude may well be the last significant refuge left to us. Lord knows, expressing the wish to be left the hell alone (no matter how tactfully put) often enough engenders resentment and hostility.

  7. Bill The bunyip says:
    November 24, 2015 at 10:29

    Nearly every weekend I go out into the vast bush around here and detect for Gold. Huge areas of land that are empty of other humans (usually) and no clipboard warriors to tell me how to fart.

    Absolute paradise and surprisingly I usually find enough gold to pay for my fuel.
    Time alone is the most valuable thing in the world and the art of being alone, even in the midst of a crowd, is a dying one.

    There is a water tank for the town supply nearby. Sitting atop a hill it has a majestic view to the west over, well actually nothing. Someone has placed a plastic garden chair on the edge of the steep slope which makes it easier on my poor old bum.
    That is my man cave, the sky is the roof and the walls are wherever my glasses fog up. If I am really lucky I share my cave with some eagles up near the roof .

    Now I must go as the crows are calling, does this mean I have a new message on Twitter?

    • carol-christian soldier says:
      November 24, 2015 at 14:33

      my ‘cave’ is the high set balcony at the club- where I watch the sunset-the mountains that are by the Pacific Ocean-and- the many planes and jets that fly from the many airports nearby…and-hardly anyone sits out there –YEH!!http://falfn.com/CrusaderRabbit/wp-content/plugins/wp-monalisa/icons/wpml_yahoo.gif
      Carol-CS

  8. KG says:
    November 24, 2015 at 15:04

    “Sitting atop a hill it has a majestic view to the west over, well actually nothing.”
    Sigh…….I miss the bush, Bill, with an intensity I’d have hardly thought possible.

  9. Oswald BAstable says:
    November 24, 2015 at 17:23

    I miss mountains…

  10. Oswald BAstable says:
    November 24, 2015 at 17:28

    Used to go bush for a week or so on my own. Most people couldn’t figure that out.

  11. Victor says:
    November 25, 2015 at 03:28

    There’s something to write about next – the background noise… or the soundtrack to the madness… and my solitary moments. I prefer the sound of the sea but when I am far from the sea as I am now a CD of ocean waves doesn’t quite do it… I live in a very old house and it creeks and moans and whispers in the late hours of the night and goes well with Chopin…

    • KG says:
      November 25, 2015 at 04:11

      http://falfn.com/CrusaderRabbit/wp-content/plugins/wp-monalisa/icons/wpml_yes.gif
      It seems to me that more and more, people want distractions to help them avoid thinking. Or perhaps their minds are unfurnished rooms and bleak places to spend time in?
      This old farmhouse creaks and groans in the still dark hours, sometimes to the sound of rainwater dripping from the eaves and the wind in the trees. The loudest sounds right now are the coffee brewing and a pair of feral cats eating the food I left them on the back porch.
      Privacy and quiet must surely be the most valuable things we have.

  12. Kirly says:
    November 25, 2015 at 04:51

    The first paragraph is beautiful. There is never enough quiet, peace, and aloneness for me. There is always some demand on my time… gotta work to make money to live on and save to retire on, or the house needs some maintenance or cleaning, etc.

    The second and third paragraphs are, I think, why he will never find a wife. As a woman, I can tell you that we want what in the modern vernacular would be called a “life partner”. Leave aside the BS that comes with that modern phrase and understand I literally mean, a partner in living. For better and for worse. In sickness and in health. Sharing all that is OURS. Not drawing circles around things and declaring them MINE.

    I guess that means I will never marry just as I’m pretty sure he’s going to have a very difficult time finding a spouse. I think the difference between him and me is that I’m ok with that. I have a fine life. Just not enough quiet. But, I think we can both accomplish that by hiring a maid.http://falfn.com/CrusaderRabbit/wp-content/plugins/wp-monalisa/icons/wpml_wink.gif