July 23rd, 2012


Time marches on. I'm watching it from the couch.

I get really tired of hearing introverts tell me I just need to get okay with being alone.

I have never been okay with being alone. I feel like the entire condition of my life has been being alone, since I was about six. It's like living in the black and white section of the Wizard of Oz. It's like taking salt out of all of your food. It's survivable, but all of the joy is gone.

I don't tell them they need to get over wanting alone time. They should stop telling me to enjoy my life when it's not giving me what I need to be happy.

As a bonus, I can't help but feel my life is like this because I'm inherently defective.