Nikki in Solitude Part I

According to Wikipedia, the most reliable thing in the net since the early Altavista (yes, the reference is so Internet circa late 90's to early 2000's, trust me I've been using the Internet since, heck my first email provider is Lycos, I request files through mIRC and Worldsex.com is the best porn site ever, next to dragonmoonx, HELL I even visit weareanime.com everytime I surf, AND deathclock.com is a BREAKTHROUGH, and newgrounds.com is like The Beatles of the Internet, KYAHAHAHAHAHAHA)

ANYWAY, this is the definition of Solitude according to Wikipedia,

Solitude is a state of seclusion or isolation; i.e., lack of contact with people. It may stem from bad relationships, deliberate choice, contagious disease, disfiguring features, repulsive personal habits, mental illness, or circumstances of employment or situation (see castaway).

Short-term solitude is often valued as a time when one may work, think or rest without being disturbed. It may be desired for the sake of privacy.

HEY, bad relationships is very unlikely to occur with or because of me (HAHAHAHA), deliberate choice (I can't breathe alone) is not even an improbable probability, contagious disease is impossible given my beautiful body, disfiguring features is what-the-f*ck, repulsive personal habits is also not HEY why does solitude is always associated with these negative circumstances, really, there is what we call "literary solitude" of which almost all poets write about. Unfortunately, even this literary solitude is not and never will be occurring to me. Even for the sake of privacy, I will not dip my self in the deserted pool of solitude.

My solitude is exclusively just for me, yes redundancy to stress my emphasis. And it happens to me every once a year, the time of the year when everybody is happy, when Baby Jesus is having a month-long (or even longer) birthday celebration. Actually I posted a blogpost about this here but it was just touching the surface of a very deep well (this sentence sucks). Here is the excerpt.


"During highschool days, however, I was always asked to buy this and buy that and buy this and buy that at the grocery, the bakery, the cake shop, the palengke and the newspaper stand. It was my chance to go out of the house and go kiat with my friends, however again, I had to go home because I am carrying several canned goods, eggs and all that food."
-from Yet Another Flashback, Men!, Dec. 4, 2008

To be continued...