Musings & Marginal Madness: Literary Friendships
I have for a long time been aware that I am not a particularly social person. I can be amiable in company, provided I’m not sleep deprived and there’s acceptable food in the vicinity, but for the most part, I prefer my own company, and even then I find myself quite trying at times. My main issue with social interaction is the lack of reciprocal relationships to be found. By that I mean, a relationship where both parties give so that one or the other is not eventually exhausted by the association. I realize that my tendency towards reserve does not further my cause in this area, but as the majority of humanity does nothing to earn my confidence I see no reason to bestow it. Besides which, as that sort of trust does not usually arise from passing acquaintanceship, I do not seek it there. (It’s rather a self-defeating pattern when one stops to consider it.) ...