I’m becoming a hermit by attrition. I’m losing friends.
But not via death, destruction, or causes natural or supernatural.
I’m losing friends.
Thankfully not via depression, a personal disaster, or hiccup of life.
I’m losing friends.
But not because I opine adversely or contrarily – for many Americans that’s become the norm. Argh, I’m about to vow to wear earbuds – perhaps not even connected to an iPhone – to avoid hearing the louts who expound. Who openly tread on my freedom to live in peace, love, and joy. What happened to social permission and “May I, please?”
I’m shedding friends.
Because I’ve tired of being consigned to listener-only mode… After I ask, “How are you?” a flood of monologue is unleashed, seemingly never to loop back to “How about you?”
I’m losing friends.
Not because I no longer smile or give ‘the best hugs ever’. My response has ever been, “I give what I need to receive.”
I’m losing friends.
Not because I have nothing to contribute to society, nothing to say…
I’m losing friends because I write.
I don’t call to listen to gossip. I don’t call to commiserate or lend a solititous ear. I don’t call to make lunchdates.
I don’t call to co-shop – retail therapy isn’t necessary in life. Who needs new clothing when one can type in pajamas, yoga togs – or nothing at all!
I seldom dawdle for ‘small talk’…back to my prior remark. Call my malaise ‘monologue fatigue’ –
Yoho! Yoho! Is the hermit life for me?
You bet, under the circumstances. Interaction with society is turning me into a “don’t” person, something I vowed never to be. I need to shun the antagonist and egocentricism that has infected far too many people. I need to be my happy-go-luck self. I need to shield my heart, mind, and soul.
Many negatives do not make one positive. I’ll write.
https://www.wsj.com/articles/baby-boomers-get-more-selective-about-friends-1531918772?mod=e2fb
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