I have always loved to watch people; the interaction, the emotions. I think was a product of being excluded, socially, by my peers when I was growing up; I seemed to always find myself on the outside looking in. As an only child I had a lot of "me time" when I was a teenager. For a teenager, "me time" meant you were alone, whether you wanted to be, or not. Alone was never an issue, however, and even marriage would become twenty years of hell on earth. It wasn't until late in life I came to the realization that I don't wish to be alone at my end. Even with this fear now at the forefront of my being, I still cherish time I spend alone.
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