and then from hour to hour we rot and rot,

I once had the thought that perhaps those members of the population whom we classify as, say, "outsiders"--the quiet people, the ones who never speak up and generally avoid any interaction with the human race unless deemed absolutely necessary--perhaps they had the right idea, to blend so far into the wall that none would notice if they suddenly fell off the face of the earth, because then, at least, they would not really have to deal with life, and all the struggles and hardships that come with it, that make a person a person, who has suffered and endured and strifed through "friendships, relationships, and all those ships," through all the yelling, the screaming, the drama, oh, the drama, the pain and the tears.

But I was overlooking the good. It's not about the drama, the pain, the suffering--it's a learning experience. Being social, dealing with people, learning to interact, what to do, how to speak, what to say, when to say, knowing when to be what, it all creates a human being, an adult who has grown because of the challenges he or she has faced in their lifetime that has made them understand more about the world, or perhaps they understood less, but regardless they've grown from all that they've faced. It's about not being socially challenged, because when you deal with drama, or hardships and strife, that's the most important thing to becoming a human being. To face people and be able to speak to them, converse with them, or respond to them; that is what makes life worth living, because you are building your own character and your own human being, and you are therefore alive. Maybe you're not definitely speaking with your voice or conversing, but just simple human interaction, period, is something that makes a person grown and learn. You get over the little things, you get over the big things, you learn and you endure and you face the world, and you are never really ready, but you step out anyway.