Parties and bars make me feel crazy insecure and I become the girl I was in Jr High, when the entire universe hated me and was threatening to kick my ass or rape me, or both. Why am I such a social misfit? why?
So now that I'm gluten free, I'm starting to make goals for myself. One of them is to meet people and acquire a friend or maybe even two. and I want to be able to have places to go and people to do things with on holidays and new year's. I'm sick of hanging at home with Nate and the cats. But I haven't a clue where to begin. Considering volunteering at Grand Illusion or the Wet Spot or maybe the Erotic Arts Festival, but in order to do any of that, I need to muster up the courage to go in and say, "I wanna be a volunteer" and I'm having difficulty speaking to anyone these days.
I wonder if this is a side effect of working in the scary dungeon laboratory where I could go for weeks easily without encountering another human, where the only evidence that others exist is the occasional sounds of classical Chinese music with no apparent source. I should really get to work on those publications so I can leave and maybe find another, better job. Or maybe I should go back to school to do something completely different.
Okay, now I'm just talking crazy. It must be after 1 AM.