Maybe I'm the maladjusted one.

Always. Always. I’ve found it relatively easy. Living with myself. Maybe that’s the source of my happiness. Because I rarely feel alone. I have me. To converse with. On a daily basis. I appreciate other people. And I need others. For a fulfilling life. But I can get by. With me. For extended time. If necessary. But I have friends. Who aren’t self-contained. They’d go crazy. If compelled to live with themselves for more than a day or two. They need company. Otherwise, they feel abandoned. I suggest. That’s a sad state of affairs. They have never learned to rely on themselves. Meanwhile, I don’t have to rely on others. Even in critical times. Who knows? Maybe I’m the maladjusted one. --Jim Broede