I Am Sometimes Antisocial

[i]I ruminate alot. I spend too much time doing so, I feel very much isolated from society that the fear of being misunderstood and neglected has dampened my aspiration. Being social is a tenacious burden for me. The risk in my eyes are high but the reward varies. I wouldn't brave a crowd of strangers to prolong my social life. I have no strength to fend off the daunting gaze of those who alienate my presence. I am but a shadow, stalking behind every object and observing the movements of others. In silence I wait. The fear of being detected and placed at the center of attention only brings more anxiety to my fragile conscious.

I admire a warm conversation. Not to battle wits or test knowledge. But the beauty of speaking to another human being about something that we both can relate to. It would ease alot of this antisocial pain. But this strange cloud of gloom creeps over and distracts my mind. Feeding me with deceit and deception. Although, I [b]have[/b] noticed a minor detail about myself.

I may be over thinking things. [/i]