In the age when different types of communication are just at the tip of our fingers, modern man suffers from loss of privacy and eventually his freedom. Society imposes new models of behaviour on those having their smartphones with them at all times, and what was once considered to be normal, is now viewed upon as a bad tone or even a mild insult. Remember the time when you had your stationary phone at home and felt careless without it, enjoying your life and focusing on the moment and not onto the screen of your Pocket Jesus?! Pepperidge farm remembers! The boundaries of your everyday privacy are violated by strangers, your colleagues, your acquaintances, your friends and ultimately your family, all of whom seek for constant attention via different channels of contact, be it e-mail, Facebook, Instagram, What's App, Messenger, Telegram, sms messages or even the good ol' calls. All of this communication places a burden upon the receiver and requires a load on his/her mental capacity throughout the day. Blink once and you've already become a slave to other people's desires, placing their needs above yours not even noticing that it has happened. It grinds my gears whenever I receive numerous messages on my phone and people get pissed about me not answering right away, it grinds them even more when I understand that I'm unable to swim against the tide and ditch all the modern means of communication. The sole fact that I shot myself in the foot by creating social networking accounts just makes me want to punch my past self in the throat. It drives me insane whenever I realize that I want to pick up my phone and start scrolling through a running commentary of horseshit whenever my restless mind has lost its interest in the current activity and would like to procrastinate a bit, committing the same sin I despise most people for. I just want to be silent for a while. Alone. On my own, in my own head with nothing more than my thoughts. Not being considered an asshole for doing so would be highly advantageous as well. Over time I've grown to realize that whenever someone gets mad over me for "zoning-out" or "not wanting to communicate", I'm not the problem, they are. I'm perfectly comfortable being in my head. They're the ones that feel like a fish out of water because of my silence. Come to think of it, I don't have the obligation to entertain anyone, as well as I'm not committed to engage in a conversation if I don't feel like it at that moment. My introspective behaviour is not the result of my black dog - the depression, it is simply a coping mechanism for the social interaction overdose, the way to recharge myself, reorganize the latest events and experiences, think and breathe for a moment. I think I have finally matured enough to embrace it instead of believing others that my actions are somehow dysfunctional. Fuck them. It's my life and not theirs. I have a natural right to live it the way I want to live. Avoiding compulsory socialization seems like the only way out. SEMPER LIBER!