The Reclusive Life

Most advice for reclusive types like me, is that it isn't healthy being home a lot. You must go out and about they urge or you aren't well. Why I ask? I've always been a form of loner in spite of a long time, enjoyable career in Education. I suspect there are many people just like me who simply love being on their own, doing their own life their own way. I am the same as everyone else: I shop, I visit, I keep up with world events, I game, I stay in touch with relatives and friends. What I don't do, is go out every day or sometimes every two or three weeks. You must go walking I am told. Fine, I walk but not out on long pointless meanderings thank you very much. I find that boring and would much rather read a good book on my Kindle or play online Bridge or write on my keyboard, rather than go to parties or clubs or teas or restaurants that some of my acquaintances fret that I should do more often. Why? Having been a kind of loner most of my life, until I met another loner to marry happily, I find being alone, not lonely. I like it. I like it a lot. There are no arguments or disagreements or space discomforts. Yes, there is still cooking and cleaning and managing it all, but the decisions are by one alone.  Me. A loner needs carefully to consider matters that most other people talk over with their buddies or spouses. But life is simple and clean and peaceful, alone. With a computer and all that it offers world-wide, how can I be bored? Ever. All the " but it isn't right that you have your groceries delivered and do almost all of your shopping on line and that is sad and worrisome". Not to me. I have the world to shop in. I do everything on line with good security. It offers me games to play and endless information.  Sure, I have family and all the rest, and when I do go out to clubs or social events, I enjoy them enormously. But they aren't what ensures my complete happiness. I am out on my sundeck every day to enjoy what I see and hear and sense. My world is small and beautiful and I surround myself with items that have meaning and offer stories and are beautiful objects holding memories of world travel and adventure. In short, my home is my world of the past, present and future, all set up in one place that I live right inside, and I love it. No thanks, to the white, gray and silver hardwood space lengths with nothing to feast your eyes on or tell people who you are, that is the current decor. My grandgather clock is right next to the modern metal mirror, the antique desk holds orchids along with the two ancient ink well dogs that gaze up at them. My new black leather couch, has behind it, a very up-date art piece of a woman contemplating or meditating. She has an aura that bespeaks mystery. Some of my tables were once very old trees that lived and breathed in a forest. My favorite books line some of the walls. No, I am not a minimalist. This is my alone world, my planet, my carless careless life that I love. No argument about it, I am a confirmed recluse. Well, sort of.