Human Contact

As much as a man would hate to admit it, everyone needs human contact. Even aliens! Lately, I've wanted to be by myself. I'm not irritable, or PMSing, or anything like that. Just some time to myself. I haven't wanted to blog or even get the mail (mailbox or computer). I've had conversations out of necessity or politeness, but I didn't feel the need to talk to anyone, talk about anyone, have anyone talk to me, have anyone talk about me, just a little me time. Solitary confinement even sounded a little appealing. But I have quickly come to the realization that folks aren't going to leave me alone. So the most effective way to ward off the, what seems to be constant pestering, is to 'answer' them. I've tried to limit my words though. I think I can answer that question in eight words. That question is completely illogical (retarded), should I waste my allotted words for the day, or just smile and walk away? I will say, I am coming out of my cocoon. No one has received a good old fashioned scolding lately. It may be time to employ some words and add a little volume. It's funny how that works - I speak rather harshly and loud, then nobody wants to talk to me. Quiet Kevin gets blah, blah, blah, - talkative, colorful vocabulary gets silence. Well, it's about time to bring this rambling to an end, and go convey my pent up thoughts to "everyone one I meet, while walking down the street". I figured a quote from Sesame Street should put me in the right frame of mind!