Why do I like to be alone? If I was alone all the time, would this be something I crave? Both questions are rhetorical. In fact, both are really one. I crave being alone, because I rarely am. But, there is a part of me that wants to delve deeper, shocking I know. I am usually such a shallow creature. This time, my mind seems to want to wander and explore the idea of how much of my feelings are nature and how much are nurture?
I spent much of my youth alone and a bit on the outside. I'm sure if you were to get a hold of my journals from those days, they would weave quite a tale of misery. But truth be told, I enjoyed my quiet days and nights in which I could reflect on the meaning behind R.E.M.'s lyrics or watch spellbound as Cary Grant charmed his way into the hearts of Irene Dunne, Katherine Hepburn, & even myself. I thrived in my alternate universe. One in which I made all the choices and didn't have to worry about what I said and it's ramifications. In essence, it created this being that I am now, this person of deep self analysis. I must say that this little trail really leaves me no closer to an answer for the whole nature and nurture quandary. But, I guess it doesn't really matter, because suddenly all I want to do is put in 'My Favorite Wife' and listen to some 90's grunge. I'll have to finish this debate later, although perhaps maybe I have just given all of us my answer.