Every moment of every day is a hot steaming pile of shame and I'm not having it. I run the other way and see it coming from around the corner. I have no choice but to hide and wait it out. If I have to do anything, pledge allegiance to your cause, or wear your badge of authenticity for you to love me, you can piss off. 

Solitude is wonderful and I love my own company. 

I'm beginning to wonder what percentage of adults can think for themselves.