No good
at small talk, except
with animals and people I’ve
grown to trust, and see
they mean
no harm. I keep
my distance and observe
how someone acts around
authority, before deciding if
they’re really
worth knowing:
first
comes reading whether their
shifting sounds and varied gesticulations
could somehow amount to an idea
of actual merit
or substance, besides
attempting, by
exaggeration and charm, to
sadly further
their petty, sycophantic agendas.
Rummages Across the Dead Land 
I can relate to that… Cast in a shell of introvert
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In time, if one lets it, the shell begins to grow on you; the angst of isolation may eventually transfigure itself into the comfort of solitude. Thanks for reading.
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As much as that can be comforting, it has its dark sides too. And a solitary mind, devoid of alterations by its immediate environment can nurture the darkest secrets and harbour the meanest ideas. I live in that world. And self control is my daily drug. 👍..
Keep the writing up 👍
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The dark side has its own opportunities in waiting. 🙂
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