Detached

Gift or curse? Depends on who you ask. My mother always thought that made me special as a child, I had little attachment to objects and possessions, she saw it as a wonderful thing. It's true, I couldn't care less about material things, I lose my favorite objects all the time and I'm fine with that. What bothers me is the detachment I feel towards others. I see it as an handicap. It makes it hard to connect, hard to create bonds... Hard to allow myself to depend on others, hard to miss people... I just don't feel it, any of it. Never did, don't believe I ever will. It drives me towards solitude and keeps me there until I force myself to fight it, to make an effort, to reach out to others, hopelessly attempting to fix myself over and over again...