I admit it, I am a person of solitude, an alone person. I have been as long as I can remember. As a kid, I used to spend hours and hours either in my room or outside by myself (in spite of the fact I had a younger sister.) By Junior high, my mom had set mandatory family time at dinner.

I need lots and lots of emotional and physical space (I take after my grandma who after my grandfather died, lived 38 years by herself…) It does cause problems course, and I think some people write it off as flakiness. It’s not really; but as my sis says, I need my cave time.

I’m not sure why, but I can spend significant amounts of time by myself with no problems. Maybe it’s because I need that space to create art (art is generally a very self absorbed venture by definition).

Maybe it is because I fall into the I on the Myers-Brigg and other personality scales. I (Introverts) find rejuvenation internally, needing to unplug from people, E (Extroverts) need to recharge by connecting with people.

Of course, that doesn’t mean that I don’t like to be around people. I do, but it just exhausts me sometimes. Writing online is okay, though. You all very seldom comment or email me questions (no, I am not trying to make you feel bad…)

..and although I am a person who needs regular solitude, that doesn’t mean I haven’t had periods of loneliness. The most lonely I have ever felt was at a party with a bunch of the really hip art/music folks, and I had a date, and I even knew some of the folks there!

So, for my friends and family and everyone else, there’s the answer. You know if you don’t hear from me for a while I am usually OK (except for December ’05 when I was very very sick, but other than that…)