she worries that her love of solitude and disregard for company means that there is
something wrong with her. she does not consider that society is merely behind on the
times, what with it's love of lack of privacy and changing all the walls to glass. she
thinks that she must have lost a piece of her that makes her human, when really, she
is merely the walking proof of evolution at it's best. she is fantastic in her art of
aloneness, and she has not yet realized that this puts her one step closer to her
goal of perfection.