I don't like talking.
Sharing is uncomfortable
Understanding is difficult.

I like to be
a l o n e

It's not meant in offense to anyone
Though I often end up offending when
They make me talk
Or I talk to myself.
I don't really think
Anything sentient is all that great
Including myself...
(Not that I think immobile things are fantastic. They are nothing.)

Socializing is pressure
When forced, I sometimes don't even feel like I'm really there
Being in the same room as others
Cause friction in my brain.
Synapses explode
The tiny unicorns that handle maintenance
Get distracted
Nothing good happens.

I like to be alone
But I hate small spaces.
Therefore, my life is a compromise.