It was in recent times that he had become aware of what he was avoiding.
It had been going on for some time before the realisation hit him.
He was afraid of people.
What if they saw the real person?
What if they did more than give him a cursory time of day?
He lived the ideal life now. Away from people, he could dwell in his small world, write to his heart’s content and no one would even know he was there. It suited him because the past had taught him harsh lessons.
Public ridicule had scarred him far more than he understood at the time. Those days when the dressing down in public, in front of the community had made him feel humiliated and life didn’t seem all that much like living.
It was easy he thought to see the failures in his life, they lined up as if in a patient queue awaiting their time to step forward and remind him of his deficiencies.
He hated feeling the victim, he longed for the love and comfort of someone understanding and accepting. But it was as he viewed it a pipe dream. He felt so socially isolated there was no point in stepping forward, people would accept him as he was.
So, he continued in silent isolation, allowing his words to step forward. Behind them he hid for life had taught him his words had far more value than he did.