I don’t like people.
No really. I am ashamed to admit it, but sitting in church yesterday, looking around at all the people that I have seen, and come to know in the 15 years we have been at the parish, I could come to no other conclusion. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate people. It’s just that I am not particularly fond of them.
I have friends, and I have family, both of whom I love dearly. But for the most part, I could do without the great general public. I used to think it was because I was shy. Now I am beginning to think that it is some inherent anti-social tendency. From a philosophical perspective, there is a difference between person, and people. People is an indiscriminate mass. A person is an individual. So I think what I am trying to confess is that I don’t like the social process of interacting with a group of people, in the effort to discern the persons that are within it. The sad fact is I am not much good at it. That is why I have a small group of close friends, and not a large circle of acquaintances.
I have always been envious of the extrovert that can meet people and make friends easily. It’s just not in my nature though. And so at 41 years of age I must confess, I don’t like people.