If there’s one way I could describe my day-to-day experience of life, it would be that it’s very surreal. Just talking to people, anyone, is surreal.

It’s no surprise I have a rich inner/mental life, and I believe that surrealism is indicative that my brain is wired to allow me to be mostly present within a part of me that is not on the surface enough to be fully involved in my constant interactions with people and with my experience of life. I identify more with a part of myself that is beyond these things.

As a result, it makes it more difficult for me to participate in these things as it creates this constant disconnect, but not quite so disconnected that I’m disassociated from all these interactions completely. Just enough to create that sense of surrealism and a draw to solitude.