Friends and myself=group. I despise
groups=self-ostracism. There is, however, one personal goal which is challenged
by my feelings towards people: I wish to be good. How can I expect to
exercise…or even contain virtue when the idea of intermingling with the people repulses me? This aggressively independent one: trapped between
herself and what she wants.
Being alone doesn’t mean lonely, but it’s
starting to. Holding hands with oneself loses that element of spontaneity, and
one tires of laughing at her own jokes. So…do I change? Overrated. Acceptance?
I’m too jaded. Normalcy? Invisible. Honestly, answers are boring when the
question isn’t interesting.