Alone

I grew up in a family that doesn’t show affection.

I know that my parents love me and I know that my brothers love me.

Just that we never say it or openly show it.

We don’t hug, kiss and come to think about it, there is no physical contact.

Strange, but that’s how we are.

Maybe that’s why I am awkward in social circles.

I don’t know how to act or behave.

I have always been a loner and have learned to love my own company.

Going out with friends, in a crowd full of people, dancing in a packed dance floor (yes, I used to dance a lot) I still feel alone.

It is not easy for me to connect. I try….. but usually I get bored then after.

The strange thing is that I am very popular in school and college.

I join a whole lot of clubs and associations.

I had a string of girlfriends. (yes, I fooled around when I was in college)

But I always long to be alone.

Alone in my thoughts, watching the world, just doing my own thing.

I love watching people, the way they behave, their interaction with each other…..

I now have a wonderful soul mate and a group of mates that I will die for.

But, there are still times, when I reminisce about the good old days when I was alone.

Someone told me that noone can be an island.

I beg to differ. *wink*