As I drift along all alone on The Lonely River, I notice some things.
I notice that every interaction I have had no longer matters and all the annoying people can longer irritate me. I notice how peaceful I feel, how the wind blows over my face and the smell of the clean air is irresistibly refreshing. I see the beautiful vegetation on the shore and the fluffy marshmallow clouds in the sky. I notice how great it is to be alone but I miss the feel of people around me and I find myself wishing I wasn't drifting along on The Lonely River. I notice that I would rather be annoyed, irritated, inhailing the city smog, waking up early in the morning, accidentally burning my hand on the stove, noticing that the upstairs toilet is leaking into the garage, listening to the woman nag, sitting painfully through a family get together, trying to decide what to eat for dinner, reading Very Rusty's posts, losing a game of chess, taking the car to the shop, fixing the sink, or going to get my tabs renewed than be alone for the rest of my life.
People are interesting and it would be the biggest loss if I could no longer choose if i interact with them or not.
