~~~~~~ This is a fictional story. ~~~~~
I’m sitting in the office alone.
It’s dark & quiet. Long after office hours. Everybody have left, except me.
peeking out of the wall of windows, enjoying the sight of webs of traffic and seas of high rise buildings, such a gorgeous night view. Would there be anyone else, doing the exact same thing as me, peeking out from another window?
I’m not that busy. I don’t have to stay, but I enjoy here, in the office alone. So quiet & pleasant.
My family had called me, and messaged me to join the family dinner. They always do. But as usual, I’m going to make an excuse that I have to work late.
In fact, I don’t know why I do that. They are always kind & warm to me, but somehow I don’t feel like I belong. When I’m with them, I don’t know what to say. When they laugh and joke around some topics, I find them boring. When I try to speak out, nobody pay attention. I decide that they don’t need me, and I don’t need them.
The same happens to my colleagues, or friends. When they ask me out, I usually make excuse to politely decline. I don’t know why I do that.
I remember I used to have some close friends, but it was long long time ago. We gradually drift away from each other, as our environments are so different. When they talk about their young kids, or spouses, I don’t know what to say, I’m single.
I feel most comfortable by myself. I’m seldom bored. I jog, swim, cycle, hike, read books, watch movies, cook, shop, travel… I do everything alone.
Of course there are times that I feel lonely, or I want somebody to share my thoughts or a laugh, but I would quickily push away those thoughts, and keep myself occupied.
I’m fine.
Although sometimes I think, is there something wrong with me?
But I enjoy being alone, free & quiet. I hate crowds, at least most of the times.
So, I guess I’m fine.
I turn off the computer, turn off the light, quietly leave the office. I guess, I’m going to pick up a pizza on the way home.
~~~~~ The End ~~~~~