On being a recluse

As a little girl, I spent countless hours alone, reading in my room. As a teen I ventured out more and became more social but now again, as an adult, I prefer to isolate myself. I find the ideas of great writers much more appealing than talking about some meaningless sports game or most boring things people like to talk about. Looking back on the crazy people of my childhood, like the lady who covered her lawn with plastic flower ornaments, I'd probably enjoy talking to her more than ordinary people who believe the illusion. It's amazing how you can come to understand your purpose, even when you're a recluse. I'm happy I didn't take the path that others took, my life today would be so boring and meaningless.

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