Recliner people

My parents were recliner people. You know the type, they must be quasi anti social by nature, their living rooms populated primarily by the island-like self-serving recliners that define their limited frames of existence. Recliner people, by their nature, are not a social people, they may seek one or two of their own to belay the inevitable loneliness that is their existence.

These were my early surroundings.
Am I now the recliner person, distant judge and untouchable, unreachable, self-absorbed person?

Random thoughts this random night.

I miss them, the recliner people, though they never needed me. I wish for my own lonely (independent! self sufficient!... ultimately, self indulgent) recliner occasionally.