Very little is ever accomplished in a group. Zoom meetings are notoriously non-productive, with everyone present trying to make themselves heard. Meanwhile, nobody is listening since each participant is concentrating on what they will say when they finally get a chance to speak, except for CNN's Jeffrey Toobin who is busy masturbating.
Parties are little more than opportunities to forget your troubles and drink and eat with abandon. Small talk is the language of the party-goer. Nothing comes of a party except a mess is made that must be cleaned up the next day by the host.
For those of us who understand the Power of One, a lot can get done. Furniture is built, books are written and read, gardens are planted, paintings are created, entire houses are built. Right down the street from me, a young man has single-handedly torn down his old, outdated one-story ranch house and replaced it with a two-story home that's far more attractive and surely more livable. Starting when the snows stopped around February, he has done this monumental task completely by himself, with passers-by-stopping to look in awe and offer encouragement. He definitely has earned the Loner of the Year Award.
Meanwhile all the non-loners have happily embraced the re-opening of stores and restaurants and have rushed out for lunch and dinner with friends, and filled the malls intent on buying more stuff. The more athletic go hiking, biking and climbing. These experiences are gone in a flash, living on as memories, but that new house on the corner will likely stand for many years, unless a tornado whips through.
As for me, many new paintings adorn the walls of my home and those of some friends. Who knows -- after I'm dead, they might even be worth something.
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