Crazy

As I drove into work early this morning I somehow started wondering, who defines crazy. I think some of my friend's worry about me because I have been a little isolationist these days. When does being alone go from "Thoreau" to "Unibomber"? What is it I am supposed to be doing outside of my house? I am sick of shopping. I hate the movies, I am not going to pay extra to hear someone elses commentary. I don't have any desire to go stand in a bar and talk about the people around me. I am once again eating vegetarian food, so that does limit going out to eat a bit. I think most of my hobbies are rather by myself kinds of things. I like to read. I like to meditate. Sometimes I like to cook. I like to watch wierd tv shows. I don't really know anyone else who enjoys those things. I don't know anyone who has a desire to discuss my spirituality with me. I don't know anyone who wants to exchange vegetarian recipes. No one likes the tv series Gothic except for me, I'm surprised they even put it on DVD. Meditation is not exactly a team sport. I realized this as I drove to work. I am lonely. I am kind of sad about that today.