My inclination is towards solitude. Whether this is a natural personality trait or a learned one I'm not really certain. I was an only child isolated by overprotective, yet neglectful parents (weird, right?) so it's a tough call as to whether these leanings towards solitude are nature or nurture. But I had (okay, have) a very rich fantasy world and being alone was never an overwhelming problem to me. Sure, I wished for a sibling when I was a kid - ideally an older brother, which would have been quite the feat - and I envied the other kids who had what appeared to be built-in playmates. Someone to play board games with, someone to share the horrors of weekend drunken fight-fests, someone who ... you know... saw me.
But for the most part I was okay with being alone. When you don't know any different and all that.
So as an adult I have very rarely experienced actual loneliness. In fact my bouts with the "L" word have been more related to missing a particular person than missing company in general.
I've been feeling pangs of what, at first, seemed to be loneliness. But the truth is I'm not lonely. Really thinking it through I realize that what I'm feeling is in fact a pervasive hunger for passion.
S-E-X. But not just sex - sex with that crazy "can't get enough" wild, passion. It can't be one-sided, it doesn't have to be love, but boy oh boy if you can be alone in a room together and keep your hands off each other: that ain't it.
I've had that. Sometimes it's over as quickly as it started, sometimes it can go on for years, but however long it lasts: there's nothing else like it. That ache that can only be fixed by the object of your lust - and knowing that YOU are the object of theirs... powerful, and fantastic. And it fills a need in me that nothing else can. A need to have tangible proof that someone SEES me. Even more so, that I exist and am wanted - more than anyone else. That for just one person: I am the most important thing in the world.
Been a weeee bit too long since I've been in that situation. And that, excuse my phrasing, sucks hard.
So am I lonely? Nope. Am I starved for someone to to share that passion with? Oh yeah, you betcha. So I suppose, by my definition of 'lonely', you could say I am... I'm lonely for a particular person... and I have no idea who he is. Or if he even exists.