I wake up enthused to continue what I started day before. Through the internet I have friends all over the globe. Forms of entertainment are almost endless. I can think of a song and within seconds play several versions of it on YouTube with visuals from anonymous persons all around the planet.
For one-on-one contact, I have only to spend an hour or so with my neighbors to realize that face-to-face contact is really not the best way for humans to communicate, and I am back online.
I pretend to be in a victim-witness protection program, and in a way I am, of my own making, so I have to remain an enigma in my own mind. If I open up to someone, some of the stuff from the last seven years will spill out, and cause a schism so large, I will have to move to a new town again. So I talk to almost no one.
*currently reading Best Exotic Marigold Hotel by Deborah Moggach and it is informing my words.