Chapter 20

Adrian’s POV

I was Apathetic growing up. There seemed to be a few things that could grab my interest, even fewer that could keep it.

I was more disinterested in people. My mother often told me to make friends. Lots of them. That I’d be able to talk to them and share my thoughts, feel belonged. I didn’t believe it. I didn’t believe that I needed so many people to feel among.

Humans were very fickle. Everyone who ever approached me secretly wanted something from me. It disgusted me.

I did meet someone who satisfied me. Just enough but that relationship collapsed shortly after.

I believe that, at some point, I was a bit lonely. Carl Jung once said: “Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views that other people find inadmissible.”

I don’t understand what that was supposed to mean.

I had only ever met 2 people who deviated from this pattern.

My only friend. Tom Harr