I am particularly terrible at talking about, or really even figuring out, why I'm so into this ridiculous, expensive, somewhat dangerous venture of singlehanding offshore.
I'm the kind of guy that likes things to go smoothly, and likes simple chains of causation when things do not go smoothly. When I'm singlehanding, I know just who to be proud of when things work, and exactly who to blame when things go sideways. That is crazy comforting to me.
Dolphins playing in your bow wave is magical. Dolphins playing in your bow wave at night, visible by the plankton they're activating, is life changing.
Setting your own schedule in all things is excellent.
A perfectly trimmed and balanced boat that doesn't really need you at all to make best speed is a source of satisfaction.
An anxiety, confronted and conquered alone, is better than any other kind.
Weirdly, the other soloists you encounter are easy to socialize with. Perhaps it's because you, a fellow soloist, are one of the few people that doesn't need to question their strange affection for the sport.