My Favorite Things is the perfect example of knowing when to break the rules—the singer describes not a few of her favorite things, but several of them.
However, that is neither here nor there so let me share with you a favorite thing of mine.
I love being alone, at home.
Home alone.
It’s not that I dislike people, it’s that my interests don’t depend on them.
In fact, you could say the absence of people increases my enjoyment ... or it becomes decreased by their presence.
When I have any free time, I mostly read or write.
I wondered once if I should at least join a club—before I realized what attracts me is the aspect of doing and not talking.
I admit it’s a lonely endeavor, yet I feel anything but.
Even without reading or writing, I still prefer solitude to company.
(in case it wasn't clear, i like being by myself)
There was a point in my life where this was not my favorite thing—in fact, it was the least favorite.
Anything was preferable to being alone.
I succeeded in making a few close friends though, until life drove us apart.
But for the majority of acquaintances I latched onto, I was a visitor overstaying his welcome—reluctantly accepted and noticeably repulsed.
What really happened was I had lost something.
Forever.
The unfortunate side effects were neediness and desperation—revolting character traits at any age.
When my grandfather suddenly died, the void instantly expanded.
His house was my castle, the place I could escape to from reality.
What’s funny is we really didn’t do much together—we just happened to do our own things, together.
That’s why solitude, at first, was that bastard telling me things I didn’t want to hear.
But the more I listened, the less the truth hurt.
The more time I spent alone, the more I felt their presence.
So it’s not that I avoid people, I just haven’t found better company than my own.
