I drove 667 miles today in 11 hours. Physically, I’m tired but mentally I’m refreshed. I only spoke with 2 people all day, first to order a coffee and then my mom. Tomorrow it will be even less. I’m just coming off my mandatory 34 hour break that I took at our home office while small repairs were made to my truck.
I had breakfast with Pan of the blog “On the road cooking” yesterday. She is a fellow driver at this company. I also spent some time with management looking at security footage trying to figure out who ran into my car while I was gone. I would guess they did approximately $2000.00 worth if damage to the trunk and bumper. Nice welcome home!
All the interaction with people makes me feel like my life force is being sucked out of me, kinda like the Star Trek episode with the giant amoeba looking alien doing the same to the Enterprise and her crew. It doesn’t matter if I like the people or not, the result is the same.
As far back as I can remember I have always felt the same. I feel my best when I’m alone or with Vinny. Does that seem strange to you? I used to wonder, but I’m comfortable with it now. Is it just a coping technique brought on by all my disappointing relationships in my past? Am I keeping everyone at arms length, not letting anyone get to close? I think that’s pretty close to the truth.
Some would say it is unhealthy, but honestly, I’m fine with it. I don’t feel lonely very often, and when I do it only takes a little time with others to cure that. I’m not antisocial, I just don’t feel the need for many people in my direct daily life. I think that’s partly why I blog, interaction without direct contact. A shrink could write a book about that!
As I sit here ensconced in my Volvo cocoon, I feel my strength returning. As the anger of seeing my damaged car dissipates, I pop in a movie and relax with my best friend. Life is returning to normal.