Journal of an Anti-socialite-first Entry Tuesday December 12th
Moira starts a journal, in an attempt to chronicle her life as a fledgling agoraphobic
Tuesday-December 12th
Why do people complain so much about being lonely? I have known little else but loneliness, its not so bad, in fact I sort of like it. Companionship is so overrated. People frighten me, in my limited experience, they are noisy, intrusive, aggressive, and interfering, I avoid people wherever possible. Cats and books are much better companions, they give unconditional pleasure and friendship without asking for anything in return.
I live alone by choice,I work from home online, business is doing well enough to take care of my few needs, it pays the rent,and keeps me in cat food, and cigarettes (my only vice). My home is modest and simple, a small apartment with the luxury of a balcony, that is not overlooked.
I don't even know who my neighbors are, I very rarely leave my home,only to buy essentials, I suppose I could order on line, but I need to get out sometimes, I'm afraid I could turn into a complete recluse, actually I'm not afraid, just a little concerned.
This is the first entry of my diary. I decide to begin one, I think perhaps I should start to keep some sort of record of my existence, if I die who will know I ever lived,or who I am? That sort of matters to me, it shouldn't but it does, that's a fact, and facts are something I tend not to ignore.
I have an uncanny ability to see, not in the ordinary sense, but beyond what is in front of my eyes, way inside of people, its the main reason I shun company. I can see who they really are, behind the faces they wear, and its rarely good.
Vacuous,shallow,needy,grasping,yearning for something,anything. They don't even know what it is they want...they just want.
I'm going to bed now.........
Why do people complain so much about being lonely? I have known little else but loneliness, its not so bad, in fact I sort of like it. Companionship is so overrated. People frighten me, in my limited experience, they are noisy, intrusive, aggressive, and interfering, I avoid people wherever possible. Cats and books are much better companions, they give unconditional pleasure and friendship without asking for anything in return.
I live alone by choice,I work from home online, business is doing well enough to take care of my few needs, it pays the rent,and keeps me in cat food, and cigarettes (my only vice). My home is modest and simple, a small apartment with the luxury of a balcony, that is not overlooked.
I don't even know who my neighbors are, I very rarely leave my home,only to buy essentials, I suppose I could order on line, but I need to get out sometimes, I'm afraid I could turn into a complete recluse, actually I'm not afraid, just a little concerned.
This is the first entry of my diary. I decide to begin one, I think perhaps I should start to keep some sort of record of my existence, if I die who will know I ever lived,or who I am? That sort of matters to me, it shouldn't but it does, that's a fact, and facts are something I tend not to ignore.
I have an uncanny ability to see, not in the ordinary sense, but beyond what is in front of my eyes, way inside of people, its the main reason I shun company. I can see who they really are, behind the faces they wear, and its rarely good.
Vacuous,shallow,needy,grasping,yearning for something,anything. They don't even know what it is they want...they just want.
I'm going to bed now.........
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