forbidden fruits

i am quite happy being a hermit. my introverted tendencies, at best, have manifested into my complacent attitude about life. perhaps indifferent is a better fit of word. my certain lack of interest in others is probably the solution i've decided best for the problems i've failed to resolve-- the "how could you, why would you, i can't believe it", sort of thoughts that once consumed my worries. what a fragile sense of a safety net. yes, i've come to accept that people aren't permanent. people, the chapters of my poorly written character development book, are things i read over, laugh over, then move forward from. it's all a part of my scheme of things. i don't care too much to reread at this point, because there isn't much to extract from the old. as a result, i have abandoned many of my beloveds. the belief of temporary permanence is laced with consequences of a cursed ever after, but i won't let guilt carve a path for me to take. more than ever, i don't care about who is in my life, simply because i'm happy being all by myself. from here on out, i am on a quest to rediscover christine dzou. watch out world.