what do you call a loner
who now and then enjoys
the company of others?

confused?
schizophrenic?
or just indecisive?

i genuinely love people
but i also have to agree
with Jean-Paul Sartre:
Hell is other people.*

the downside of this
philosophical position
being that i am Hell
for them, too.

i guess i'll just
have to live with that
won’t i?

© by Jack T. Marlowe

* from his 1943 play, "No Exit"