So, you are on a life raft in the middle of the ocean. You don't know which ocean, or why you're there in the first place. Come to think of it, you don't really know much of anything. You do know, though, that you like this raft. It just makes you feel contented. You don't know why it makes you feel this way. Over time, you come to think of this life raft as a 'home away from home'; not quite as good as the real thing, but still nice(although you can't remember having a real home or anything, but you get the idea). You have a passing thought of what it would be like to stand on firm, dry land...
Well, I don't know what happens next, because this is actually my story, and this is where I'm at right now. I figure not a lot can happen at this point. Maybe I'll plan an escape, and attempt a risky swim to shore when I think I'm close enough. Maybe I'll just accept my situation and take up some new hobbies(napping, counting full moons, that sort of thing).
I don't suppose you'd be interested in one more internet friend, would you?
Holy shit. I read this and couldn't get over how perfectly I related to this. I'm 20, sort of shy introverted guy going to college using classwork to suppress thoughts. Until recently anyway. I'm actually cooking pie as we speak and a girl (crazy, I know) who has been actually expressing some sort of tentative interest in me said she wants to come try it when it's done.
I'm glad you could relate to it. I think there's a lot of people just like us... I really hope it works out for you. If it does, I'd like to know how it went.
I can relate to you. I love being alone. I value my solitude. But of course, this gets all too boring and all too quiet.
So I do something about it. I make new friends and get closer to girls I'm interested in. Inevitably, I become romantically involved with someone.