The pleasure of solitude

Narcissist! A synonym for me . And so I was contemplating that is it my obsession with me or the unparalleled pleasure I get with myself. Also is it only me of this type ?
When I am with me, its my world smeared with my emotions in my perspective and best of all with no judgement, no opinions about it. It makes me smile and it makes me weep, in fact the gamut of emotions emerges only when its only me. Reflecting on the reasons, it seems as if the very idea of being what you are not is abominable to me and yet that is all what I need to, what I am supposed to do most of times with people around me. A fake smile , a fake laughter, a fake worry and a fake person, although there are people who make you feel your very self but then those are very rare.
Probably it is also the drive to reach out to many people, that has brought us to this stage where we do not have time and subsequently the appreciation for true relationships and everything gets reduced to the "Hi, Hellos". So after every such encounter, my mind, my soul demands a huge amount of only me, and I heed to its desire.
And so I choose to be with myself , to feel that great calmness and peace with no obstructions, no obligations but a sheer simplicity of knotted feelings, that pleasure of solitude.
That pleasure of being true, of being pure, and that pleasure and process of knowing thyself more and more.