Loners are a complicated bunch. For example, Charles Schulz, beloved animator of "Peanuts," was a melancholic, worrisome man who suffered from minor bouts of depression and agoraphobia. He was intimidated to travel and was beset by panic attacks. As a young boy, he skipped two grades in elementary school, thus, was alienated from the other kids and forever rendered the smallest and youngest in class. He remembered disappointments bitterly, always worked without assistants, and was made anxious by the growing success of his comic strip. In typical morose, introvert-speak, Schulz once described his life's work thusly: "All the loves in the strip are unrequited; all the baseball games are lost; all the test scores are D-minuses; the Great Pumpkin never comes; and the football is always pulled away."
Not all loners have crippling demons stomping all over their psyche. Some believe they are better off without anyone validating their own existence. Some simply find solace in one's own company for other reasons. The characteristics that make me a loner stem from my obsession with satiating my feelings and experiences of self-love and self-pleasure. As you can well imagine, it makes it difficult to find the time to interact socially. Anyway, that's enough about my quirks. I'm off to the doctors to get some ribs removed so I can suck my own cock'n'balls. I don't need anyone but me and my (Pea)nuts -- just like Death Cab For Cutie's Ben Gibbard on his upcoming solo tour:
