There are some people who are uncomfortable being alone. They feel the silence like a judgmental force, compelling them to fill the space with something – anything; they only feel like whole, real people when they are surrounded by other people, by something to do, by the opportunity to be somebody for somebody else.
There are some people who are at ease in solitude. They hear crickets chirping at night and enjoy the music; they feel the wind through the windows and enjoy the whispering breeze like a calming conversation.
These people meet each other, briefly, and swiftly, they turn away.