Why it doesn't end there, I'll never know.
What I do know is the simple task of leaving my house inevitably leads me to meet someone during the course of the day who will ask for my email address. To my horror, often attempt to punch in my number.
They seemingly want to hang out, invite me to a dinner party, or most recently, "game night."
Hanging out with strangers makes me anxious. Eating other people's food causes me anxiety. And "game night," well, that's enough to pop a valium just to get through the thought of it.
Today make yourself a promise to cross paths with a zealous stranger and chat them up. I guarantee you that your boredom will increase your heart rate as you desperately search for a way out of the conversation.
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