Solitary man
The fact that I don’t like crowds is not breaking news. I never did. My mother loves to tell this story: I was five years old, and during a party, I screamed, “Bring me home!”
Pretty clear I’ve kept doing that — maybe not out loud anymore, but quietly, to myself.
I’m happy with who I can call a friend. I find it strange, though. I’m such a curious person when it comes to learning new things. Skills, hobbies, crafts — if something sparks my attention, I’m all in. But when it comes to meeting new people, that curiosity fades.
I think it’s because I’m an introvert, and I keep my guard up. I’m selective.
I enjoy time with myself, and I don’t need to be the loudest in the room to feel good. I’d rather spend my energy truly knowing a few people than meeting hundreds who never go beyond the surface.
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