“I just don’t like people”
That comment stopped a conversation in it’s tracks recently. It wasn’t quite in context but by then I’d lost the will to explain further. I made a polite excuse and left.
I have dear friends (you know who you are), and family I love – and yes they do still talk to me, they understand me – now. Many a falling out happened over my reluctance to attend other kids parties. I froze at the front door, gift in hand just desperate to be home. I have a dent in my back from all the times I’d been shoved in to some relative’s home for Sunday tea – in the end it was just less embarrassing for my parents to leave me sat outside in the car.
I’m not a shy shrinking violet, neither do I lack confidence. I’m not cold, aloof or unapproachable. I’m…
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