fingers don't fail

And perhaps my goal can be to limit existentialism in my journaling.

Less than half through The Dispossessed. Reading it as slow as any meaningful novel that is worth savouring. I'm curious if the solitude and isolation of Shevek will be dissected by Ursula K. Le Guin. If his utility and comfort in being alone is studied in narration I will surely draw some of my own connection to that. A nice part about fictional characters. Is he just like me for real?

When I see my own natural gravitation towards solitude through the lens of others it is easy to see the idea of loneliness that many connect to withdrawn or socially isolated behaviours. It's easy to see the viewpoint of someone looking at a loner. I suppose this is a stigma that has widespread and long standing roots in human history. Do the people who want my attention know that I have social anxiety and if they do, are they able to understand the ramifications of that? I don't want to be identified as a radiohead weirdo by people who are choosing to look at me long enough to transition from stranger to something more. "Let me alone" rather than that.

One layer of the onion peeled.