I love my friends, but there's been something strange going on with me. I've never been a social butterfly, but to get out of the house involves serious effort. The last few times my friends invited me somewhere, I passed.
Sometimes I'm afraid that I let my relationships get so thin that they eventually just break apart and separate entirely. But I hate being lonely, and I do love having companions. Right? My friends are great people, and I'm lucky to have them. I enjoy being around them.
I blame the cold! It's got to be this weather. Freezing and dreary. It's only natural I'd rather stay home and read on the couch than spend time with people. Right?
I just don't feel right. Figure me out, me! Before I'm a lone wolf that's chased everyone away and sings sadly into the night--am I seriously using the lone wolf analogy? Yeah, I need to get out more. I'm turning into a cliche.
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