Exposing my abnormalities is difficult. It’s like being the skinny boy on muscle beach. But here I am.
It may be strange, but I am a happy hermit. I have had one brief conversation today. My neighbor spoke with me as I took my trash to the curb. He commented on my scooter.
I believe it is strange for a human to live and function without any interaction or conversation. I believe it is stranger to be happy with the situation. Prisoners often go crazy with solitary confinement.
I live as I please. I eat what I want. I sleep when I am tired. My life is simple.
I am an austere person. I cut my own hair. I wear no jewelry. Social interaction is an unnecessary expense.
Yes, the other people on the beach seem to have more fun. They laugh more. Perhaps I am crazy for living without envy, but I am content while it looks as if they are not. Age may be the key... I once was much different.
Here is today’s beauty.
