The term ‘coming out’ is being misused by gays(which I do not support). The real meaning of ‘coming out’ is when an introvert has to come away from the couch, the cat, the lovely home, and meet people who will as likely as not leave them feeling drained and wanting to go back and be alone.
There is nothing as heartbreaking for me as when I poise myself for a day out and meet unsavory character who makes me wish I hadn’t. You know, it’s called living. I hate that. It’s another thing to talk to people you like, it’s another thing to meet the opposite.
My sister today said that I should go out and window shop. I told her I window shop online. I think she shook her head. Not all of us go out just for the fun of it. Not all of people like to meet…
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