Leah and I were reading recently about a program requiring two people to be on a remote island by themselves for a month. The information went on and on about how difficult this would be for some people.
First of all, we’re not talking “Robinson Crusoe” or “Cast Away.” Program participants are allowed to carry in food and supplies for the month. Plus, there is a house, solar-generated electricity, refrigerator, reverse osmosis water maker and even laundry facilities.
Oh, wait, did I mention the house even has air-conditioning? What’s not to love?
Well, now that I asked, would it bother you much if there is no telephone (unless you bring a satellite phone), no television (not even football!) and no Internet (you know, that thing you’re using right now to read this)?
I would miss Internet, to be honest with you, but not so much television and certainly not the phone. But let’s get real, people, we’re talking one month, like 30 days, like 720 hours. And it’s on a sub-tropical island. Can you say Paradise?
The bigger question here is how comfortable you feel being alone. Or, in this case, a couple being alone. Could you handle it?
I’m continually finding evidence that I’m outside the norm on just about everything and this might be another case. Regardless, I’m really OK spending time alone. And I’m super-OK being with just Leah, though I suspect she wants more interaction than me. But, heck, for a month she could talk to the sea turtles and the birds.
Maybe it’s because I consider all the voices in my head as company. Maybe I’m egocentric. Or maybe I’m too selective.
For example, I love long drives all by myself and I seldom turn on the radio unless I’m getting sleepy. I can spend all day on the computer, writing or just surfing around. And then there’s what many consider the biggie: I even don’t mind eating alone in a restaurant.
So, would you grab at the opportunity to be cut off from the rest of the world, just you and your bestie, for a month on a deserted island?