The Age of Homebody

This is my life these days. There's little that I enjoy more than the comfort of being home. Watching a movie or listening to music. Being out and about in traffic these days gets increasingly maddening. I don't do well with congestion and crowds. I prefer calm and quiet. If that means that I'm boring in most peoples eyes, I accept that designation with a smile.

I also prefer emotional stability. I've given up on pursuits that often result in worry and heartbreak. I know its importance to most people but I've reached a point where the risks outweigh the possible rewards. I don't want to lose another single second of life to negative issues involving relationships with other people. Too much has been lost previously. I opt for no more tears. That's not to say that if something just fell into place that I'd turn and run away. But I'm not going to try and make it happen and I'm not going to jump into anything that I have reservations about. After sixty years, a person deserves to find happiness however it materializes.

Regarding Bob Dylan's song, Desolation Row ..... I can have it playing and not really be hearing the lyrics but then there's one line that I always hear: "I had to rearrange their faces and give them another name."