I think i'm alone too much...maybe...

What's this? A rare, intimate peek into my soul? I love being alone, but I'm starting to wonder if it's becoming an addiction...if i'm taking it to an extreme? Am I TOO set in my solo ways? AM I missing out on something? Dammit, are OTHERS missing out on ME? Hmm, this is a conundrum...surely born out of the day i've had...which I've vastly enjoyed. I just don't want to be 70 and walking a ferret while clad in a trenchcoat. Or do I? It's past 3am and this is far too complicated a topic. I'm a very complicated person. No, really, I am...it's an eye-rolling, arrogant thing to say, but more easily gotten away with in a blog than at a dinner party. I'm this incredibly dynamic (props, Hungarian!), animated, extroverted, opinionated person...who also loves being alone, on the sidelines, observing, taking things in. I feel i'm equally both. And it's a weird tightrope to walk. I'm SO interested in other people, yet I don't always wanna be around them. I get melancholy over the slightest missed connections. I feel like there's not enough time in the day to spend with people...yet I'm often alone. But that's not ALL my fault, you know...