Rhapsody

Will you come with me to the mountains? It will hurt at first, until your feet are hardened. Reality is harsh to the feet of shadows. But will you come?

I took my time, running my fingers along the spines of books, stopping to pull a title from the shelf and inspect it. A sense of well-being flowed through me as I circled the ground floor. It was better than meditation or a new pair of shoes- or even chocolate. My life was a disaster, but there were still books. Lots and lots of books. A refuge. A solace. Each one offering the possibility of a new beginning.

Famous loners and anti-socialites make me feel happy. Why is being a loner characterized as a ‘social disorder’? It makes me never want to speak to anyone again. It makes me annoyed to be labeled as ‘antisocial’ or socially anxious.
I feel like if you don’t get on really well with someone, there is little point in spending time socialising with them. Most events are full of people talking about nothing and this makes me feel even worse than staying at home, alone. Or perhaps I am just jealous of the people talking about nothing and can’t step out of this godforesaken bubble that makes me want to never go out again.
Some people need time alone to process thoughts and events and some people don’t. I will probably always be this way. I wish people wouldn’t make introversion into a personality flaw.

I am sure God keeps no one waiting unless He sees that it is good for him to wait.