Alone

There are things that I must do every day. I walk my dog in the morning with two neighbors and their dogs. I work a couple days a week. I teach one class per week. Not much, really.

Yet when I return from all of these places, I am so happy to be in my house and all alone (well, aside from the dog. He's special.) I don't play any music. I hate the sound of a television. I just like the quiet and the solitude. I barely speak out loud, other than to tell the dog how great he is. I. Like. Quiet.

The idea of hermit-hood is really appealing to me. Alone in my shack in the wilderness, no neighbors, nobody demanding anything of me. Just my dog and I, against the elements.

If you know me at all, you know I hate people. Not specific people (well, SOME specific people), but people in general. I hate crowds, I hate ignorance, I hate silliness, I hate stupidity. I want the whole world to shut the fuck up and leave me alone.

Sadly, there are times when I have to venture forth and walk amongst the Great Unwashed. Ugh. It makes me feel tired and old. Every year it gets worse. People get stupider and louder and my tolerance gets lower and my fuse gets shorter. I have never been accused of diplomacy anyway, but it seems that as I get older, I just don't have the patience for any bullshit.

Persons who love me in spite of my unpleasantness are hesitant to take me out and unleash me on the unsuspecting public, for fear that I will say a TRUTH. For them, this is embarrassing.

I figure life is far too short to waste being nice to someone who clearly is an idiot, and unworthy of my attentions.