Social Shackles.

Social protocol is overrated. Everyone expects everybody to smile, shake hands, hug, chit chat and all other exhausting social activities under the sun.
I find this tiresome. My most favorite fantasy, just one in my infinite number of fantasies, I live on an island, in a little cottage surrounded by 12 foot shelves filled with classic literature books and I'm the only living soul on the island.The thought of infinite parallel universes where in one of them this is reality makes me envy the other me.
Anyway, every morning I wake up and shudder at the thought of approximately 12 hours of social interaction. Its depressing to have to smile at a stranger, lie that you are okay when you are screaming inside, engage in stupid small talk about shallow subjects with nagging personalities and look happy around a person whom you know if given a chance you would not hesitate to put a bullet in their thick skulls. But still, its the norm.
So you wake up in the morning and fake everything, your feelings, your thoughts and your personality. And everyday this faking eats away your conscience and by the end of your life you are everything else but what you are.
We are shackled to society expectations and do whatever we can to make sure we live by the rules of said society. Who formulated them anyway?
Those of us who perceive the shackles and are able to free ourselves are looked upon as vagabonds and outcasts. We live in a free world of our own making and are misunderstood and outlawed for that. Freedom comes with a price. And being free of society is worth every pain I've felt, every friend lost along the way and the happiness of others that I had to sacrifice to achieve my own. Introverted and proud.