Being a single guy who lives sans roommates, I spend a lot of time alone. While this would otherwise be a depressing statement I’ve recently realized that I seek out the solitude from time to time. As much as I go out, which is a lot, I also purposely avoid going out to be…alone? I guess so, as odd as it seems. I go outside to get some air and walk away from people that I see in the distance. Stand in the shadows that the street lights create with the palm trees. Skulk around the neighborhood quietly and alone.
Why is that?
I sometimes think that it’s compensation for the many other times when I endeavor to be the center of attention…either purposefully or by imagined obligation.