Maybe the social interaction gap is trying to tell me something.
Maybe the message is: start over.
Stop beating yourself up for absence, for withdrawal.
Didn't I have a shrink a couple of years back who said, "Cherish this time alone, because someday you will miss the solitude"?
Give up absence for Lent.
Lightning strikes the heart, it goes off like a gun...hat tip...C. Caillat.
Who needs a bus to the Bridge when you don't exist? Who misses the twitter of birds who fly away when I have a sailing of gulls? Queen Anne's Lace, or wild carrots? Should be the former. Let the twitter dissipate. Give me diamonds, in a girl's best friend on a bed of green.
Write on. Anything you want, Jo. The world has walked away, shaking its head and tsk, tsk-ing.