Having my way...

I wonder if there is something wrong with me, he thought, that I can get so much from so little, because all my joy comes from not doing - not spending summer afternoons in stuffy rooms listening to new age hipsters setting morals and agendas I am supposed to follow ... not spending summer evenings out and about, pretending I wouldn't rather be somewhere inside and alone ... not playing sports, nor reading below a tree in a park. I must be very selfish, he thought, for I want to set nothing and no-one right; all I want is to be left in peace to make what I can of this problem called life for myself and the people I cherish. What would the world be like, he wondered, if everyone minded their own business?