I'm planning to be a recluse, whether in the future or the present, so part me not from my computer but from the world around me!
My parents have been incessantly grumbling of my blatant disregard for interpersonal relationships and of course, the necessity of forming such relations. I had vehemently opposed to partake in my University's camps and socializing parties, choosing instead to bond with my fictional written characters on my computer screen.
They spoke to me! "Discard us not for our lives are shallow! We will die! We will die!" Or something to that effect.
My parents are convinced that there's a screw loose in my brain. In the nutshell, they believed me to be insane. "You're crazy la, so free to write stories!"
And I had told them levelly that should there be an earthquake outside our flat, I would still choose to pen down my ideas, thoughts and characters into Microsoft Word, because I quite plainly love writing.
Nonsensical, or not.
And no, I didn't retort to that statement of me being 'crazy'.
Alas! The sands of time has run out for the recluse! I must part, tomorrow, from my shell and SOCIALIZE with REAL people! Fast dread fills me! I tremble! (Actually, I'm only attending my FASS Orientation with my friends tomorrow. That is all. But I will let you know if anything terrifying happens to me.)