It seems that as I grow old, I grow distant, not in the sense that I want to, or have a hate for. I just feel comfortable being alone, in the wasteland, watching a fox dig a hole in the snow or watching a whitetail trophy buck meander and ramble during the rut. They can only see in black and white so when a deer looks at a hunter endowed in camouflage, the hunter becomes a wallflower in the backdrop. How ironic.
Is it selfish of me to enjoy introversions? What is it that draws me to this? And why is so hard for my fellow humans to understand? I mean, this can't be an archetypical idea. I'm sure of it. Isn't this some kind of "stage of development" that men go through in life? Or perhaps just a withdrawal from the crowd. An 'undevelopment' maybe. Lets try...
"those who eat alone, die alone"
(I love eating alone...especially noodles)
"your visions will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. He who looks outside, dreams. He who looks inside, awakes"
(I can turn my heart off like a light switch. I often do)
"one night I dreamed a dream, as I was walking along the beach with my Lord"
(what the hell? was he following me?...........creep)
I truly believe that at a certain of point of your life, that point in which you are ready to kill yourself, but don't, that is when you are truly ready to appreciate being alone. Even when life gives you lemons.