I know I have antisocial tendencies
and it doesn’t bother me much anymore.
Before, it used to have me
caught up in the frenzy of
wanting “more friends.”
But the more I thought about it,
the less inviting the concept became.
While extra friends seem refreshing,
it wouldn’t change
much of anything in my case,
I’ve learned to be comfortable
in my space, alone.
Yes, sometimes I felt isolated
and would like that bonding experience
with someone else but then when it happens,
I can only manage so much of it
before I’m crying for my space again.
It’s a constant cycle
that I’ve had to end
and I don’t let anyone
make me feel bad about it anymore.
Plus, the few beautiful friends I have
seem to appreciate the precious times
we spend together, which is rare.
So when things come together, it’s a treat.
Everyone’s busy living their lives anyway,
including me. I’ve long ago
discarded the charity card
others display for constant attention.