things and stuff
hello. hope you are all lovely. i've been in this sort of weird actually-hang-out-with-other-people mode the past couple of days. this little hermit lady feels like she is going to explode! i do enjoy other people's company very much, and am happy that the oppurtunity presented itself. i think i am just waaay too guilty of caring too much what others think, so i stress myself out about saying or doing the wrong thing, etc. i also got stressed out because some of our friends' got their hackles all raised on james' journal. confrontation stresses me out. i don't expect everyone to agree with us, i just like to have nice calm discussions about things. the funny things is, the whole ordeal is probably perfectly healthy discourse that i view as hostile because i am too sensitive. blast you, kelly!
sooo we're going to the cosmic cup this evening with renee and jill and phillip. oh my goodness. this will be five people. freak out time. wish me luck! i hope my terrible social skills don't show too bad. perhaps i should just not talk. but then i will be viewed as snobby or mean. gah. don't know what to do.
i promise i'm not always like this. i just go through phases. although this phase happens much more frequently than the "i don't care about what people think and screw them" phase. it's never really in-between. i am just not an in-between kind of person. everything swings from one extreme to the other. phew. why do you people put up with me?
sooo we're going to the cosmic cup this evening with renee and jill and phillip. oh my goodness. this will be five people. freak out time. wish me luck! i hope my terrible social skills don't show too bad. perhaps i should just not talk. but then i will be viewed as snobby or mean. gah. don't know what to do.
i promise i'm not always like this. i just go through phases. although this phase happens much more frequently than the "i don't care about what people think and screw them" phase. it's never really in-between. i am just not an in-between kind of person. everything swings from one extreme to the other. phew. why do you people put up with me?