2 parts candor, 1 part chagrin,
add a splash of appalling clumsiness,
and shaken with a shot of gemini.
Served with a slice of goofball, love,
and a yellow paper umbrella.
Being solitary is being alone well: being alone luxuriously immersed in doings of your own choice, aware of the fullness of your won presence rather than of the absence of others. Because solitude is an achievement.