The antisocial me

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“I like people, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes, well, they are really too much“ Gun Roswell 

The antisocial me

This time of seclusion, combine that to extreme weather, the heat more importantly, with the never off turning sun? The seasonal joys of supposed fun? Well, at this very moment in time, when others are enjoying the heat and having some fun. What do I do? 

Lock the doors, pull down the curtains and dim all possible lights! Never ever leaving the house and keep as quiet as a mouse, just in case, someone had decided for my companionship to chase. Even if it is not the best of time, then again, it never really was.

You see, I enjoy my own company, my own time. Having to make absolutely no excuses for not dropping by anyone who otherwise would guilt trip me for not being the team player and the social one. Because guess what I found out. That I am really not!

The time of discovering the truth, how bad and unexpected, even unacceptable as suspected, but the thought of going outside into the world wide and facing the people, the sun, doesn’t appeal anymore and is certainly no more fun. Yeah, I said it, loudly, you feel stunned?

I have finally faced the side, which I had to hide, the antisocial me, but now, here she is!

The antisocial me

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“There is nothing wrong in being a little antisocial, at least, that way, you keep all the bugs and even the hugs at bay ;D“ Gun Roswell

The antisocial me

I don’t like crowds, with voices always so loud
Even if myself, I like to often scream and shout

I don’t feel the pressure, to be the best dresser
Even if my wardrobe, is filled with, so many clothing treasures

I don’t need people, surrounding each and every open peep hole
Even if sometimes, I feel like, the loneliest of them all

I don’t want to be, the one and only queen of the hive
Even if a hidden dream of mine, is to be the most liked bee with a wide smile

I don’t think I am that bad, if I say there are too many of us in the world open wide
Even if I secretly, I hold oh so very dear, each and every single life

I know this sound like I am antisocial
And I admit, that before all this time so very docile
I was quite ahead of time and also fashionable
Of being the one they called: “non too social”

But as the old adage goes, two is a company, three is a crowd
Sometimes I simply prefer to be, just me, myself and I, and of, that I am proud