It's one thing to be welcomed in somebody's company, but a whole other thing to feel trapped in it.
On one hand, yes: spending time with a certain person is nice. It's easy to laugh, and they can be there to let the mind feel unloaded. But on the other hand: when one mentions they just want time to themselves, they're the enemy. They're the one who's at fault. How dare you not spend all of your time with them? Alone time is selfish.
And then you feel like the bad guy, for wanting to be alone for a bit. Alone to just think, and not having to worry about any of the words coming out of your mouth.
Isn't that weird?
It's damaging. Because here I am, finally alone, but I feel so damn guilty. I'm the one who ruined things, because I wanted to just take a nap, or be alone to write, or read a book in peace without somebody showing me videos they found on the internet.
Now my stomach hurts.
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Non-FictionI had this idea last night after a few drinks, a pounding headache, and an excessive amount of throat lozenges. In order to inspire me to write more often than I currently do, I am planning to write a new post every day and publish it, allowing me t...
