If we don’t stop processing and start being human, we will wind up in relationships, friendships, and even jobs where the whole chain of events that led us to the present moment has been a carefully, collaboratively, socially-endorsed game of Battleship played on the defense.
Being an extrovert with social anxiety is not easy and is, at minimum, extremely contradictory.
I always catch myself wondering what I was thinking when I was a teenager. I know I’m not old now but I’m no longer that little girl who just couldn’t wait to grow up.
I have grown increasingly uncomfortable with the idea of you flitting around the edges of my online existence, occasionally leaving me clues that amount to your trendy-shoed footprint. It drives me to the kind of vapid paranoia I have never experienced before, and loathed in other people.
You are just a rebound. No matter how many times I have told you that I love you, deep within my heart, I know that I meant those words for someone else, someone whom I cannot be with right now.