Life can be kind of loud sometimes, or busy and obnoxious, I guess. Sometimes I get a bit overwhelmed with commotion. I was at my friends' house the other day, and there were a lot of people (between two big families, if you know what I mean). You know what? Yep, I deserted the crowd and sat in a quiet corner by myself while observing dead cicadas. (By the way, those bugs can really put out a stench when they're dead.)
Sometimes I'm sort of embarrassed about this characteristic I have of wanting to be alone when there are a lot of people around, but sometimes I figure it's just life. My sister is the same way. She'd be at some big event with her husband, and instead of being with him and all the friends, she'd sit in a quiet hallway and watch a show.
I used to think it was weird, but now I'm the weirdo sitting in a secluded place, hearing the sounds of people having fun, but loving being entirely alone.
Sometimes I guess I just crave a few quiet moments alone before I walk into the noise and hub-bub of the masses.
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