People may not understand me.. but I prefer the company of my thoughts. I love to hear other's sentiments.. and I sometimes share mine, and sometimes I silently oppose.
It is keeping me sane from all the delusions the world has shown me. But when weak, it always play tricks on me.. deceptions.. illusions. But not to the extent that I could no longer differentiate reality from not.
I could not understand myself either, on why I tend to alienate myself from others.
I was born on a secluded area, in where your only playmate is your shadow. Playing with the far-away-neighboring-kids would end your butt all beaten up. Because of the distance I could no longer hear my mama calling my name. Time doesn't scare me at all. I could not tell time in the first place.. The only time I could tell is my mama's shout.
A place, where talking back to your nagging folks is a no-no. Expressing your reasons would still end up to more lashings. So I have learned the art of keeping my thoughts to myself. Shedding a tear is the only outlet to let loose of yourself. Until I discovered another option.. paper and pen become my bestfriends. To doodle or scribble, or both.
Personal matters is not an open book. So again, I hid it all. Fears overpowered me. I don't have the will to share them either. I fear their words, like death that condemns me.
I have friends.. close friends.. but only a handful. I tend to close myself just among our group.. In where I am sheltered by the loyalty and trust. I socialize, but not to the point of really befriending them. Except on cases in where both parties are interested. Other than that, all are mere acquaintances.
Maybe that explains it.. or maybe it could be just within me.
Right now I am happy to where I am.. with
my partner molding and shaping the real me. Helping me out of my shell.. teaching me lessons I should have learned years ago. He is a complete opposite to the environment where I was held on. And I'm loving it. We don't have that much but at least we have each other. It's all that matters.