You might ask why I choose to describe this irrational fear. I do so because I find it fascinating that I’m disposed in quite a different manner. I certainly don’t shun opportunities to socialize with groups of friends. It’s simply that I don’t require the so-called comfort of the group. I’m not constructed that way. Why, on one occasion I decided to attend a boxing match featuring two prominent contestants. The match was to occur hundreds of miles from my town. Did I call one or more friends to make a day and evening of it? No. Without giving it a thought, I immediately purchased a train ticket, traveled to the fight venue, and viewed the event by myself, except, of course, for the thousands of other spectators, none of whom I knew or spoke to. Afterward, I returned late and alone. Often, I find myself attending films by myself and dining out as a party of one. Additionally, I’ve spent hours alone in bars or taverns, speaking to no one other than the bartender, drinking until I can’t see straight.
I did intimate I had a theory about those who feel they must surround themselves with friends; as to why I spend so much time alone, I haven’t a clue.