I am struggling with fitting into the expectation of always being connected.
I like being independent. Isolated. Absorbed in introspection. Not always, but most of the time.
I am very put off by all the codependent “otters” that are outwardly irritated by my desire to not have them all up in my business all the time.
Most of the world feels entitled to interrupt you at any moment and treat you like an abuser if you neglect to constantly feed their unhealthy need for connection and attention.
I don’t always answer my phone, or reapond to messages. I need peace and quiet. The desire to scream: “Shut the FUCK up and leave me alone!” is a frequent fantasy.
For the generation that cannot enjoy isolation, I feel sorry. I cannot imagine only living a life based on the amount and quality of interactions with other fragile, anxious, codependent bipolars.
And the constant connection never forces anyone to learn the art of enjoying solitude. Which is a vital skill.