I finally had a chance to watch, “The Hangover” last night. It was funny. It had been so hyped up by so many, that I found myself underwhelmed. Granted, there were quite a few funny parts, but it wasn’t hilarious to me.
One scene that did resonate though, was the goofy brother in law to be and his lone wolf analogy. I’ve always felt like a lone wolf. I’m an only child and I love it. I loved it while growing up and I love it now as an adult. I’ve never wanted or craved for a sibling. Well, there was this one time in 2nd grade when I asked for an older brother. I didn’t actually want an older brother, but my friend Shanti had convinced me that it was cooler to have your older brother walk you to school instead of your mom. My parents glanced at each other, then at me. Neither uttered a word and theirs expressions forced me figure out the impossibility of creating an older sibling.
After that moment, I was fine in my onlyness. I loved creating solo games, playing different characters, writing creative stories and never having to share my parents. *lol* I enjoyed the company of others, especially my parents, but I was essentially a happy loner. And, now, as an adult, I’m still a loner. Don’t get me wrong – I like people. I have fantastic family, friends and framily who I love spending time with. However, I love my own company the best. I keep my own council and don’t open up to others very easily. I am definitely a talker but as a true introvert, after spending time with lots of people, I need solitude to recharge myself.
Over the years, I have let a few folks into my wolfpack, but in my heart, I’m truly a lone wolf.