I’ve always been guilty of this, even back when it was two of us spending too much time alone. I feel like having spent so much time alone throughout my life, and I was like this a s a child, loved spending time to myself though I always had a t least one or two friends but what a breath of fresh air I remember it being when they finally went home.
What I’m getting at is I guess I feel like it’s made me different, and obviously people who spend a lot of time alone are going to be different. But I guess it’s like a shock and if prolonged a stifling one, if I have to spend a lot of time among others. Aside from the unrelated reasons that have made me a recluse, I guess when you’re alone you do you’re own thing, like what you feel like liking, do what you feel like doing. Whereas I feel like most others let these things be influenced by those constantly around them.
I guess that was what I was getting at. Whether it’s a bad thing, no I don’t think so, but it can make it difficult to relate to others. Hell, I feel like I care what other’s think probably more than most people and yet I prefer to do my own thing, which in my youth was done among others, and which I was blamed for leading them to believe you actually could do you’re own thing in this world, hell if I knew I was despite my advantage of life experience, just was naive as they were if not more…defenitaly more in some ways.
I don’t know…I wish I could come to terms with the fact that I am a non-conformist but care far too much what others think…I fear now more than ever to stray too far or stick out…I don’t wish to stick out.
I don’t know. What ever.