Random Short Stories

Alone

I had always thought I was a person who enjoyed companionship. Don't get me wrong, I do. Just that if I had a choice, I'd rather be alone.

There are many situations which require one to have a friend or family member. For example, someone responsible who would help you in event of your absence. Moreover, that someone could be a person you could share your thoughts with, and get valuable opinions in return. They are also the ones who save you from awkwardness at social gatherings.

People are good to have around.

Even so, I like being alone better. I could walk endlessly in a crowd of strangers alone. I wouldn't feel lonely, in fact I would feel more relaxed. Being alone gives me time for reflection and time to just be myself. I don't need to plaster a smile for anyone, I don't need to speak. I can just walk and walk and walk or do my own things, and no one could stop me.

However, for appreciation and a fear of people hating me, I take time off my alone time to spend it with others, even though I don't really want to.

I wonder why.