Hold the door
I wonder why it is ever so hard for me to ask for help. Why do I struggle to ask for something that has been offered to me? And I'm just talking on all levels. When I'm mentally frazzled and can't work out my inner toils, talking to someone becomes a challenge, even if I really want to. When searching through a store and an employee asks if I've found everything, generally i turn them away. I'm beginning to feel like I'm missing something, story of my life. There's a human interaction, some level of connection, even in simply letting another human being carry something for you or point you in the right direction when your lost. By holding off those interactions, keeping people at bay, I miss out.