Despite self-proclaiming to be reserved, withdrawn, inhibited… I thrive most because of social encounters.
The reality I live that crosses paths with the realities of other people, it can become weary. Often, the world I have created for myself is comfort.
The efforts that come with meeting people for the first time leave me drained, and I lack the propensity for small talks. Yet meeting new people with nothing but witty and/or sensible things to say is always interesting. Being part of a semi-large crowd makes me feel uneasy. Still I find spending time with one of my cliques, which consists of at most 14 people, to be the highlight of my day.
Somehow, it makes sense.
That which is unplanned, unpredictable, and uncertain is most worrisome. Yet it is what brings a multitude of emotions, and provokes thought.
It is what my stories are made of. It is life.