I’m generally uneasy in social situations. It’s not that I don’t like people; it’s that to feign normalcy I have to muster up conversation and some of it has to be about me.
It makes me feel like this guy:
Sharing opinions or personal information like whether I like crunchy or smooth peanut butter is lost on me. I mean, who cares?
Healer Lady would probably suggest that I fear intimacy. She’s never actually said this, but she recommended a therapy group that focuses on communication and intimacy. I can take a hint.
Still, I have solid proof that…