Cravings

A hermit

I am a social hermit.

I have always been a hermit, as an infant I would cry my eyes out at the littlest of bustles, my strident screams would repel strangers, even family members who rarely visited and drive them right back to their homes. The setting or time did not matter, I could have been at the shops, dangling from my nanny's arms or at the hospital for a routine checkup and I would still act the same, be as furtive, introverted and as guarded. Strangers knew to keep their hands in their pockets around me or my wails will tear the world in half. My need for the company of other human beings lessened the more the number of candles on my ever present birthday cake multiplied. By the time I was a preschooler I had become even more of a recluse. I used to crawl into just about anything I could fit into, cupboards, washing machines and baskets included, whenever my mom had guests around or family over. By the time I was a senior in high school, I was a like a hovering, pregnant black cloud threatening to strike down any living thing that would dare cross my path with lightening.

In college I loosened up a bit, got a tad bit integrated into the social ladder and managed to make four close friends, two of which I regard as my best friends. People may not suffocate me as much as they used to, but I am still naturally more content in my own company and my anxiety skyrockets when I am surrounded by masses of human beings.

That said, you can just imagine how excited I was when I learned that both my parents will be leaving for a business related expedition s***h trip s***h adventure and will be returning after possibly two months.

My mom and dad were thrilled the night they headed off to the airport and made a huge fuss about, would not stop talking about the trip to The Republic of Bienza for weeks. I would get why my mother would be so beatific though, she was practically going to be on vacation for the entire month and a half or two seeing as she was dad's plus one, date, or however you may call it. She was just invited because she is Blackwood Inc's finance director's wife, so just by the virtue of being legally married to dad, she gets to fly off to paradise and sip cocktails by the pool while her husband deals with the toil. I did envy my mother seeing as lately I have been feeling like I am in dire need of a change of scenery, but that envy would never be enough to dilute my excitement.

I was overjoyed that I could finally tuck my head back into my shell and stay there without my parents nagging me about being too antisocial and needing to be more out there or without them scrutinizing my every move because they think I might be suffering from depression or something. You see, I am a lot different from my siblings, who are charismatic and outgoing and always sniffling out where a party is or throwing boisterous parties of their own. Thankfully my older sister pompously decided to enrol at a high class college in Australia and will not be due to come home in five months and my brother moved out last year as soon as he turned twenty one.

I am home alone.

Heaven.