The Other Side of Solitude

I have been writing for years. Blogs, stories, history. Across all categories. Fiction, personal essays, self-help, life advice, financial newsletters. I have done it all. And it gets to me sometimes. The whole charade of producing content. Thinking through everything. I like thinking. It comes naturally to me. But there is always a cost. The cost is solitude. It sounds novel. Until you see the other side of it. Until you calculate what it actually demands. When you prefer solitude, you reject socialisation. You reject people. Most of them, if not all. You limit interaction. Because most of the time you are in your head. Thinking. Planning. Outlining. You see things and want to describe them. You feel something and want to write about it. This pulls you away from most interactions. I like people. I want connections. But I don't have the bandwidth or the will to navigate shallow ones. When you can see the world, decode it, you develop a quiet disgust toward it. You are fascinated by…