Artist: Diego Rivera
As I get older, I’m becoming more and more of a loner. That is to say, I prefer my own company to the company of others. Given the choice of a visit with a friend, or reading or writing or creating, I will always choose the latter. I’m going to say what is true for me, even though it sounds awful. After about a half hour visit, I get bored. Yes. I get bored. Because my mind drifts away to my interior landscape from which my creativity springs, and I want to get back to it. To whatever medium I’m working in. I don’t want to listen very long to somebody’s daily travails or about their their kids or daily lives. I feel trapped, a captive audience. Phone calls are the same for me. Maybe even worse. Because they have to be returned if I want to have any friends at all.
So why do I want them, you may be asking yourself. Well…because I love them! And I care about them. And when the chips are down, they’re there for me and I’m there for them. I think maybe its just that in this fifth decade of my life, my identity is morphing into an artist and I have no patience for daily minutiae.
Also, the more I think about it, a man would never even write this post or have these thoughts. Men don’t chat about their daily lives. Most of the ones I know are very much bottom line kinds of people. Phone calls serve a function, as in : where are we going and what time are we meeting? Men do things together. Women seem to talk about things more. …A cultural thing, I guess.
How could Psychscribe admit to such mean thoughts? Because it is my truth. Does this sound really awful?