What is it with us humans, our need, nay our compulsion to have to feel something for someone else all of the time. To want to spend time with people, to loathe being on our own. Are we afraid that when we’re on our own we may discover something about ourselves we never wanted to know? Worried we may realise we made a mistake or the wrong choice too long ago to do anything about? or is it just that we find other peoples company more pleasurable than our own.
For me being a recluse has always been natural. I’ve often had to spend time in my own company, and admittedly at times it can get all too repetitive, I make sure I have my distractions, a movie, a blog article to write (irony), a game to play. At the same time, I still do go out and do things on my own, go see bands or go for a walk. And It does make me struggle to realise what is wrong with a bit of solitude… Even Superman had a place to go where he could just be himself!
This makes me really struggle to understand those people who are obsessed with only doing something or going somewhere when its not just on their onesy or with a single other person, are they that concerned by being considered a social pariah by people that they can’t even contemplate doing something like that?
However, the more I think about this the more I think that I might just be looking for a reason to accept myself as a larry…