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I just ran across this fascinating article, with which I can thoroughly identify:
http://www.bbc.com/future/story/20180228-there-are-benefits-to-being-antisocial-or-a-loner
I fit. I value the friends I have greatly, but I don't have many, nor do I feel I need many. I don't Facebook. I don't have my phone on all the time. I have the sense that where my childhood generation there was fear of the dark, in today;'s generation there is fear of the quiet. I like quiet, silence. It is a major reason I live where I do, in a place where I can literally walk off into the woods across the street from my house, for hours if I want, without encountering more than three or four other human beings, sometimes without encountering any. I hate going into stores with blaring, mindless music soundtracks trapped under the ceiling, inescapable.
I can happily spend an entire day alone in my house working on stuff I like to work on, without the phone ringing even once (alas, that is rare). So, I'm curious: what do others here think of this article? In the meantime, I'll quote from a great early, haunting and slightly creepy Neil Young song, "The Loner":
He's a perfect stranger,
A cross of himself and a fox.
He's a feeling arranger,
A changer of the way he talks.
He's the unforeseen danger,
The keeper of the keys to the locks.
Knowing you see him,
Nothing can free him,
Step aside, open wide,
It's the loner . . .
caw
http://www.bbc.com/future/story/20180228-there-are-benefits-to-being-antisocial-or-a-loner
I fit. I value the friends I have greatly, but I don't have many, nor do I feel I need many. I don't Facebook. I don't have my phone on all the time. I have the sense that where my childhood generation there was fear of the dark, in today;'s generation there is fear of the quiet. I like quiet, silence. It is a major reason I live where I do, in a place where I can literally walk off into the woods across the street from my house, for hours if I want, without encountering more than three or four other human beings, sometimes without encountering any. I hate going into stores with blaring, mindless music soundtracks trapped under the ceiling, inescapable.
I can happily spend an entire day alone in my house working on stuff I like to work on, without the phone ringing even once (alas, that is rare). So, I'm curious: what do others here think of this article? In the meantime, I'll quote from a great early, haunting and slightly creepy Neil Young song, "The Loner":
He's a perfect stranger,
A cross of himself and a fox.
He's a feeling arranger,
A changer of the way he talks.
He's the unforeseen danger,
The keeper of the keys to the locks.
Knowing you see him,
Nothing can free him,
Step aside, open wide,
It's the loner . . .
caw