Life of a Loner

I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone
-Green Day

Its hard to believe
That theres nobody out there
Its hard to believe
That Im all alone
At least I have her love
The city she loves me
-Red Hot Chili Peppers

You know something funny? I heard both of those songs on my way out to the church to play my pipes tonight, and while I certainly don't consider myself a lonely person, it kinda struck me how they ring somewhat true in my life. Aside from work and bagpipes, I don't really spend a lot of time with many people.

It's not that I don't have people to see.... while not overly large, I have a loving (if insane) family, and many friends all over the place. And it's not that I don't like people, or anything (contrary to the title of this blog, I guess?) I just more often than not choose not to see them... for whatever reason.

I've always kinda known I was a loner. I've never felt the overwhelming need to have people around. In fact, I often have the exact opposite feeling, where I just need to be alone. This will most often come after a cottage party, or other forced intimate experience, but at the same time, I'm always on MSN or Facebook, and have an almost compulsively quick turnaround time on emails and txts, regardless of who or what it's about. That's partially because my mind is a freakin' sieve, but that's neither here nor there....

To close, a quote from one of the great anthropological minds of our day:

Dante Hicks: You hate people!

Randal Graves: But I love gatherings. Isn't it ironic?