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I've always been a loner. I've been married. Twice. In part, it was my disinterest in socializing that helped break down my last marriage.
I have friends. I don't get together with them often, but I have them.
I have family living in my house. I wish I didn't. Don't mistake me; I love them dearly, and I wouldn't want them too far away. Just out of my personal living space.
My idea of a great weekend is to come home Friday night, close the front gate, and not see, hear from, or speak to another person until I leave for work on Monday morning. Not that I ever get to do that anymore.
When I was younger and had more time and energy, I used to like to take solo trips. Leave the family behind and go off on my own. I spent a week in October in Yosemite on my own. I spent an early spring week in Death Valley on my own. I spent a week in Monterey on my own. I spent time in Joshua Tree National Park and the Sequoia National forest on my own. I have no problem driving, eating out, hiking, swimming, shopping, seeing movies, attending concerts, etc. all by myself.
When I'm feeling especially stressed, a weekend away where I can enjoy the anonymity of room service and no one trying to talk to me works.
If I get that time, I also enjoy my family and friends. Without it, I pull into my shell and avoid ALL interaction.
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