I'm old. And getting older makes me more tired. Tired of people's shit. Tired of waiting for people. Living is just exhausting. Seems the only time people want anything to do with you (the general "you"), is because they want something- your time, your attention, your money. They just take parts of you until you're empty.

Maybe lock down has me cynical. Maybe I'm turning into an asshole. By no means do I take any of this out on people. I just... exist. I smile and nod until it's over. Then I go home and enjoy the stillness of being alone.

When I'm alone, there's just less. Less mess, less worry, less stress, less complaining, less spending money, less walking, less talking. Just LESS! AND IT'S GREAT!

There's too much pressure to me social and likeable. I'm fine being quiet and unapproachable. My husband says I need to talk more. Everyone already talks too much. If the world was full of talkers, there would be no one listening. I like to listen; I like to learn. But I also like nothingness. Quiet. Stillness. Not every moment has to be filled.

I just want to hear the hush of night... Shhh...