Traveling alone can be liberating in many ways. You can talk to whoever you want, do whatever you want, go wherever you like and you never have to pander to anyone’s schedule.
Usually, especially for us pampered Singaporeans, this feeling where the chains that bind us are suddenly broken in a brilliant, uproaring fashion (and usually with “Go West” playing in the background, that obviously only we can hear) is quickly overriden by the realisation that when traveling alone, one finds himself alone in a foreign land. While the invention of the internet means that we are never alone(which should be a plus point), the side effect of that means that we cannot stand to be alone. Which is something I found to be really annoying.
We all have one, usually more. That friend who basically spends all his(actually, usually her) time on her handphone, texting/whatsapping/facebooking/skyping another friend when there is actual human company available. Which I personally feel is a huge-ass waste of time, but at some point I guess I realised I shouldn’t be flogging a dead horse by telling them to, god forbid, actually meet new people or exchange actual words. I’m not sure if it’s an international problem, but it’s something that us Singaporean city people suffer from greatly – a disastrous inability to be socially independant. At this point of writing, it is extremely tempting to start to go into personal experience with said characters. But doing so would make me (even more) depressed with the state of humanity. At this point, there are several very strong issues that I could link this to, that I feel very strongly about:
1) The state of humanity/Singapore
2) The need for religion
3) How people can be unbearably thick-skulled/silly/stupid/shackled/self-absorbed
If you see the link between the topics, do something about it, then congratulations. If you don’t, then I guess you shouldn’t bother.