In solitude, absorbed alone with my special interests for weeks or months at a time. I’ve experienced this in larger bouts as a teen, fewer bouts as a young adult whenever my roommates or friends go on vacations. I find that while I’m happy to be completely immersed in what I love, accompanied only by books and a computer, a strange unsettling feeling starts to creep in. My special interests are wonderful, but they can’t complete me. When left with nothing but them for too long, those same interests that I can’t stop pursuing can bring about an emptiness instead.