One of the most common subjects of this blog is my increasing anti-social nature. I talk to people a lot. For work I have to not only speak with them, I have to communicate with them, whatever that means. I have friends, and I talk with my parents and siblings pretty frequently. Plus there’s Abby, we’re always chatting. I also have my digital friendships, discord is a thing. And I talk to my dogs like they’re people, because they are. Maybe it’s the prevalence of those relationships that allows me to underestimate their value. 

Whatever the case may be, I find myself less and less interested in pursuing situations that require I talk with people. Wether that’s going to pick up ice cream machine attachements for kitchenaids from people named Mac who are actually quite talented black granite engravers, staying after quaker meeting to chat, or even playing MOOs...I just...want to be left alone. 

I was very excited about a new MOO, Song of Avaria.
I convinced Jack to play it, and he has, a bit. 
It’s pretty good, it’s new, so there are a lot of bugs, but that’s alright. 
What I’m struggling with is the fact that I do not care what other people have to say. I’m not interested in their characters, I find the stories they’re trying to tell boring, and I just want to do my own thing.

I can’t tell if that makes me a narcissist or a novelist.