The few, the proud, the antisocial . . .

Hello. My name is RichO and I am an antisocial misanthrope.

Over the last couple of months, I've gone into a mode where I am not particularly interested in talking to anyone, no matter how close our relationship may be. Some of this has been my less-than-optimal health; pain in my legs will do this to me. At other times it's an overpowering urge to climb into a hole and pull it in after me.

I know, this is really strange coming from someone who spends his workdays talking to people on the telephone and his recreational time playing D&D or WoW. I don't really understand why this is so. I just don't feel like going out to the movies (most of which are excessively loud, overly expensive and just-plain-obnoxious), or hanging out with friends, barhopping / drinking (I tend to be a morose drunk that starts singing obnoxious songs like "Men of Harlech" in what I believe is the original Welsh from a bad recording of the movie Zulu) or doing the kinds of spur-of-the-moment things I'd grown accustomed to over the last year-plus. Of course, I don't feel like watching the evil that is television either.

What I want people to know is this: it's not about any of you, or my relationships with any of you. If I have an issue with you, I'll tell you all about it. It's about me and a need I'm feeling for isolation and control in my life. If I don't return your calls and my entry on your AIM buddy list is dark, it's not because I'm mad at you. Or crazy. Or involved in a new relationship. Or being recruited for a bizarre cult. Or recruiting for a bizarre cult. Or joining a mercenary company. Or commanding an elite strike force of GMs. Or modeling pants made from cabbage . . .

Music to muse by: True Believer, The Elders.