Imagine that you are alone in a well-lit, windowless room with bare walls. There is nothing in the way of furniture or even electrical sockets. There is only a locked door that you don't have the key to. You are in completely solitary confinement without the knowledge of how you came to be here or how to leave. The plain-looking door and walls are too strong to break down. You have nothing in your possession to distract you from the enveloping silence and no way to mark the passage of time.
How do you occupy the time when the only company you have is the thoughts you brought with you?
I suppose it would be easy enough to get into shape. Several hours a day could be dedicated to just working out. Push-ups are easy enough, as well as sit-ups or atomic crunches. And burpees would be a great way to work on the cardio. Shuttle runs would be even easier in a confined room because you could just sort of touch the walls. Oh, and planche push-ups would also be great to work towards.
Otherwise, I guess I would try and work on a virtual machine, constructed in my mind, much like Tesla was purportedly able to do. In all honesty, the threat of dying of thirst/hunger notwithstanding, I would probably love it. As long as the room was silent. The sheer lack of responsibility would almost be a pure escape. No car payments, no bills, it would be a complete lack of responsibility.
Probably fantasise about things, play Minecraft in my head and sleep a lot. Frezzato's suggestion of working out is a good one but honestly I'd probably be too lazy to do much of that. After that... go insane, I'm used to living with a large family (or when I was at university, with a bunch of friends) and after spending a day or two alone in a house I start to become jumpy and paranoid >.>
I'd probably go insane, writing metaphorically purplevelvet poetry on the walls with whatever liquid I could get my hands on during my brief flashes of sanity, and try to convince myself that cessation existence doesn't exist and that I'm going to Heaven.
In other words, what I do in my spare time anyway.
I'd try pull up and break a wooden board into splinters. Then I'd prick my finger with said splinters and write on the walls "SHE'S UNDER THE FLOOR!" in blood and do one of those blood hand prints getting dragged away things.
That way whenever someone else gets into that room, they're in for a fun few hours
Assuming I will be kept alive and not starve after a few days. Well work out, fantasize to keep my mind occupied and pee on the lock of the door in the hope that it will help it corrode away faster.
I think it would depend on the circumstances. If I was in the room but food etc was provided so more of solitary confinement situation I would probably exercise, contemplate, sing, dance, and talk to myself alot to keep myself occupied.
If it was more the case I was left in there until I died. Then I'd probably panic, cry, and then think and sleep alot.
Huh. It took three replies for someone to suggest masturbation. I am...mildly surprised, actually. Weeelll, I'd say how long you're going to be stuck in the room, but it's all part of the experiment for people to have no idea. It's interesting to see how some people just can't stand being alone with their thoughts if they don't know how long it's going to be for. I wonder if a quietly ticking metronome would soothe people with its repetition, or slowly drive them maaaaaaaaad.....
Nah, but I wish I'd seen both the original and the remake. I feel like I sorta spoiled it for myself by just watching the corridor fight scene. If you haven't seen Repo Men yet, it has a rather...grisly tribute scene.
Hmmm...intriguing. I sometimes like to pretend my mind is the bridge of the Enterprise and every limb movement is the result of many orders being carried out by teams of skilled engineers and technicians...which it is, of course, but you're sworn to secrecy.
OT: I'd practice my singing and dancing, since I am terrible at both and it is likely that my imprisonment would be cut short by a fatal accident involving the latter.
Baffle said:
Probably have a bit of a kip and think about how much nicer the room would be in a rich green colour.
Knock.Yell.Listen.Look around.Look around Harder.(Do a McGyver).Wiggle things.Hit things.Kick things.(Do a Chuch Norris).
Sleep.Repeat last day a couple of days.Spend time in my mind for the rest of infinity.Possibly End it.
I cope well with solitude. Very well. I've spent several months entirely alone. So I've no problems there. Lack of stimulation on the other hand...
[get wall]
[use wall on wall]
[get double-wall]
[use double-wall on door]
...Hang on. I gotta consult Gamefaqs.
OT: I think I'd just do what I normally do in these situations: entertain myself with my imaaaginaaaation. Before I went insane, I'd think up the outline to a fun story. Once I inevitably do go insane, I'd write it on the walls with my blood.
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