I spent 4 days alone in Vegas last week on a business trip. It was in a word depressing. Which is strange because I normally love Vegas. On the flight home I reflected on the trip and why it was such a bummer. Then it hit me. All the things I like to do in Vegas: Drinking, gambling, going out to nice dinners and shows, drinking… it’s all stuff that’s much more fun to do with other people. Don’t get me wrong. I have no problem being alone with my thoughts. Sometimes I actually crave it. But when it comes to life experiences, if there’s no one special to share them with, what’s the point? I don’t normally get all “meaning of life-y” on this blog but bear with me, I’m going somewhere with this (I think).
We’re all in this together. Even people we haven’t spoken to or seen in years. They are part of our fabric, woven in to stay. I learned last week that being alone can make even an awesome place like Vegas feel pretty shitty. Life doesn’t come with any guarantees. Stay connected to the people who matter. Reach out and tell them how you feel. When you see them in person, give them a big hug and hold on tight. You never really know when your number’s up. And after you’re gone nobody will remember how much money you made or how much stuff you collected.
Unless you’re Steve Jobs, that guy was a f*cking bazillionaire. What? This is still the Quinsey Blog after all J. Happy Monday to you and yours.