Home, body.

As a homebody, people often assume that I am boring or unadventurous, but that's not the case. Just last weekend I went on an adventure. I left my apartment at 7:00 AM and by 7:30 AM, I had spent a hundred dollars easily.

I enjoy being at home because everything is paid for, including food, water, air, internet, and electricity.

My friends often send me recommendations for (new) restaurants because they know that I love cooking and subsequently eating. They want to break bread with the greatest. However, I am very accurate in deciphering whether these places will provide the experience as advertised. I'm right around 99.98765% of the time, but what's more important to me is the connection that I have with the person I'm with. The "vibe" or "energy in the room" is irrelevant to me. Loud music, laughing, and other things are cool but do not excite me or enhance my mood. My mood is irrespective of that. In a world of grass walls, trendy drinks, and aesthetics, I prefer the quality of the interaction.

I love hanging out with people, but usually in very small groups and with people I have known for years and trust. I don’t go places just to be around people and while I sporadically do things that may involve a lot of people, I will still interact on a small scale.

I find comfort in myself. If I could be alone and in silence 78.98765% of the time, I would.

Life rarely allows silence and solitude.

Cool, I still fantasize about it.

Sometimes when I am silent, I daydream about being wrapped up in silence.

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