Loners

Like most people, I am forced to go to a corporate workplace every day, and believe me, I'm just about on my last nerve from having to deal with people all day. Luckily, I do not have to deal with the public (that would put me straight over the edge--been there, done that, got put on meds), but several hundred coworkers can still put a dent in my good nature. It doesn't help that most of them are out-and-out religious nutjobs and/or Repub eejits.

I've got a couple of years before I can retire, and it seems SOOOOOO far away. I recently found out I have Type 2 diabetes, so I have that to deal with and worry about. I realize it probably won't kill me overnight and my doctor says I am his perfect patient (blood sugars under superb control), but it still nags at me because I REALLY wanted to die of a quick heart attack at age 80 or something, not some degenerative disease. So now, I have this longing, this yearning, to retire TODAY so I can enjoy at least a few years without other people in my face! I think this feeling drives a lot of loners crazy -- we just can't seem to be alone enough for our mental well being, and that fact ends up making our daily lives more unpleasant than we think it should be. If I had it to do over, I would have become one of those wildlife scientists who stays in the woods for 6 months at a time, counting caribou or something. Perfect!

If I had a pet, I would definitely prefer its company to that of a human, in general. I make exceptions for the grandkids and certain relatives. Pets are so loving by nature, so giving, so humorous, so attuned to you as you are attuned to them. They remind me of toddlers, who also are so purely innocent that the humanity you wish everyone possessed shines through them and reminds you of what humanity could really be like, if it tried. Few people try. That's a main reason I'm a loner.