I actually had plans to go out, but they fell through... and the sad thing: I was more relieved, because it meant I could stay home and read. I know there are things about me that other people consider weird... and anti-social. There is no doubt that I enjoy spending time at home, and I don't mind being alone. I enjoy reading... a LOT. My siblings have encouraged me to go out, but I just wrote it off to them taking all the genes that allowed any kind of social skills.
But even I worry myself, when I find myself avoiding real human contact, and preferring to be lost in a world that is not my own, through books, movies and day dreaming.
And what do I day dream about? Leaving.
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