loner

Nobody enjoys the company of others as intensely as someone who usually avoids the company of others.

There is a certain delightful sort of hope which the introvert can receive only by having company over...the hope that they will leave soon.

There are times i wish i was a master magician so i could disappear into the folds of time, without consequence, without missing a beat. As an introvert, i need so much time to myself. I feel expansive and peaceful in my own space, constricted and chained, when confined to social situations. I can't blossom when pressed against everyone else.

I never went downstairs to join my housemates around the television. I cooked dinner later than everyone else and carried the plate up to my bedroom. I knew they must have thought me aloof, or a little bit eccentric, or maybe even unkind, but I didn't care. Once the kitchen door swung shut behind me, I was alone, and so everything was okay.

He craved silences and solitude. He simply could not get lost in another person__ life.

I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn__ have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn__ make for an interesting person. I didn__ want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone. On the other hand, when I got drunk I screamed, went crazy, got all out of hand. One kind of behavior didn__ fit the other. I didn__ care

I dislike interaction. The less I say the better I feel. I was naturally a loner. I didn__ want conversation, or to goanywhere. I didn__ understand other people who wanted to share their emotions. Parties sickened me. I was drawn to all the wrong things: I was lazy, I didn__ have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn__ make for an interesting person. I didn__ want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone. Relationships never worked with me. I alwayslost interest. I simply disliked people, crowds, anywhere, except at my readings.

I dislike interaction. The less I say the better I feel. I was naturally a loner. I didn__ want conversation, or to goanywhere. I didn__ understand other people who wanted to share their emotions. Parties sickened me. I was drawn toall the wrong things: I was lazy, I didn__ have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn__ make for an interesting person. I didn__ want to be interesting, it was too hard. What Ireally wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone. Relationships never worked with me. I alwayslost interest. I simply disliked people, crowds, anywhere, except at my readings.

All the way, Zoe kept her chin up and pretended she wasn__ mortified, but his sour expression stayed with her. She wasn__ good at making American friends. She changed her language, conduct, and clothing, but it didn__ seem to matter. Whether she wore modest Middle-Eastern clothing or cute Western fashions, everyone knew she didn__ belong.