10 million lonely people
We Angelenos live in a metro area of 10 million people. You'd think that with so many, we'd have scores of good friendships and fun acquaintances, right? From my observations, not so. Many do, but for everyone who does, there's another person wishing they had just one like minded individual to spend time with.
So I have a point, I promise. I've already covered the downside of the internet age and the perils of meeting friends via Craigslist or similar. I've encountered a new group. The telecommuters and those who inhabit a "live/work" situation, such as my downtown loft. Last week, I met Paul, an artist who is in the same situation I am...creates in his live/work loft all day, encounters no one, and is short in the friend department. Tonight, I met Frank, an affable Seattle transplant who works in web development, or something similar. I tend to glaze over when people get too deep into this area. Anyway, over communal jacuzzi conversation, I figured out Frank was lonely. He invited himself hiking with me, which is never, ever done here in the City of Angels. And I was thrilled.
So what are telecommuters and live/work people to do? I guess join me in the hot tub and plan on ass-kicking hikes up Bronson Canyon, art walk, swilling coffee at L.A. Cafe or taking in the creations at MOCA. Do I have advice for my live/work brethren? Absolutely not. What you do with your time is your business but know this...you're not the only one.
So I have a point, I promise. I've already covered the downside of the internet age and the perils of meeting friends via Craigslist or similar. I've encountered a new group. The telecommuters and those who inhabit a "live/work" situation, such as my downtown loft. Last week, I met Paul, an artist who is in the same situation I am...creates in his live/work loft all day, encounters no one, and is short in the friend department. Tonight, I met Frank, an affable Seattle transplant who works in web development, or something similar. I tend to glaze over when people get too deep into this area. Anyway, over communal jacuzzi conversation, I figured out Frank was lonely. He invited himself hiking with me, which is never, ever done here in the City of Angels. And I was thrilled.
So what are telecommuters and live/work people to do? I guess join me in the hot tub and plan on ass-kicking hikes up Bronson Canyon, art walk, swilling coffee at L.A. Cafe or taking in the creations at MOCA. Do I have advice for my live/work brethren? Absolutely not. What you do with your time is your business but know this...you're not the only one.
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