I’m comfortable and at peace when I’m by myself.
I love working on projects in silence. I enjoy the void of background noises and voices I’m tortured with during most of my cubicle workday.
In one hour of quietness, I can finish what takes me an entire day to complete around chatter. I can visualize what I’m suppose to do next. And sometimes, I can feel God’s presence.
I moved around a lot when I was a kid. Maybe solitude is comfortable because I had to make peace with being alone. Facebook didn’t exist, cell phones hadn’t been invented, and long distance phone calls were twenty cents a minute. With no way to stay connected, my best friend today, could be a memory tomorrow.
I enjoy being by myself. If this makes me weird, then so-be-it.
I’m not the only one, right?