Loner

I really like to be alone. Just like everyone else, I get lonely and I crave spending time with people here and there. But I also crave spending time by myself. I’ve always had a very strong sense of imagination and creativity, enough to keep me entertained by my own mind. When I focus on something like a TV show or a lecture, it’s only a matter of time before I am drifting back to my own thoughts like a boat in the sea.

I feel so free when I am alone. I feel so accomplished when I do things without any help. I feel like the world is an open canvas when I am alone. I don’t have to tiptoe around my feelings or worry about offending myself… I can be so blunt with myself. I can be so real. Or I can be so fake, and no one will judge. I can do whatever I want. Possibilities are endless.

I was happy like this, but the older I got, the more the world seemed to tell me it was wrong. People would tell me that I’m too quiet, as if that was a bad thing. But I can be loud when I want to, and I can speak whenever I choose. Quietness is not always a restraint. Many people struggle to feel comfortable with silence.

And then I got even older and realized that the world is actually full of loners. They are still not the majority, but so many more of them than you think. There are people who would rather write than speak, who would are happy with the silence and aloneness, sensitive people with a need to recharge. Loners are not boring — they are some of the most interesting people you will ever meet because their minds are so active and they have been down a billion rabbit holes.