I used to work as a checker in a grocery store in a 'community' in Seattle. Everyone would come through my line around holidays and ask, "What are you doing Terri?" I'd make up stories so I wouldn't look like a freak, or so they wouldn't feel sorry for me and invite me over. I wouldn't have been able to take that at that time, I was just struggling to hang on to reality and my boss was stalking me.

Anyway, I have a fantasy of living like a recluse and just meditating the rest of my life. And writing poetry. Just make my purpose thinking of God. A monk of sorts.

So far,don't mind being alone. But I just got out of some dysfunctional crap that hurt me again.

But being a Monk does appeal to me. Just belonging to God. I guess it's safe.