I don't get out much. And, in fact - I rather enjoy this. I love spending time at home. However, in spite of the fact that I have a far-reaching social anxiety problem I am cursed with the fact that I feel infinitely better when I'm with people. Life is complicated. I have a hard time making friends [perhaps because I don't get out much...it's all coming together now]...and a harder time calling someone my friend.
However, in recent months @ my job I have been lucky enough to meet a couple of really cool chicks [yup, that's some hip lingo] and tonight I went to a party at a coworkers house. With the exception of my Zellers days - I think this is the first time I have ever been to a coworkers house for social reasons. It was a tough sell [and not because Kathryn is unpleasant in anyway] and the decision to go was discussed at length over dinner.
I'm glad I went though - there were glostick things that we fashioned into fine jewellery!
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