IT’S NOT “ASOCIAL AGORAPHOBIA”
My current state of isolation and self-imposed incarceration is very selective (hair appointment on Thursday and counting) and impervious to any behavioral consistency whatsoever.
I go through my “long alone stretches” ONLY when I can’t bear the heat of Everyone Else’s unknown expectations.
They come on unexpectedly and drive me indoors, seeking a respite.
There, I engage in so much introspection and self-reflection, I price myself out of reciprocal company.
The whole damn cycle is almost unbearably bittersweet.
Also, pronounced, repeated self-reflection can cause one to fall in love with oneself, so be advised.
[In a concise restated cliche – aren’t they all?– “It’s Lonely at the Top.”]