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bedlamsbardOh, that's why interacting with other people is important. Social life! Seeing people! Catching up!
Guys: yes, I am one of those people who's perfectly fine with not leaving her house for the three months of summer vacation except to go to the library. (The grocery store is, uh, overwhelming at this point in time.)
This works much better in high school, when at the end of the three months you go back to school and see everyone you know for eight or nine hours (sometimes more!) five days of every week for the next nine months (sometimes more!). When you're in college, you end up just...not seeing people.
But! I finally managed to get together with one of my best friends from high school today (we were born on, I kid you not, the same year, the same day, and the same time, separated by a mountain range) who is living at home and going to the local state university, and we hung out and talked and ate ice cream and walked the fitness trail at the high school despite the fact it is approximately ten million degrees out and then a group of screaming children came into the ice cream shop and I fled. I don't like children.
Except...I ended up apologizing a couple of times because I'd go off on Tulane and New Orleans and Mardi Gras, and she's going to Central and living at home in Ellensburg. Also, I forget how much I talk when I'm with other people. I talk a lot. (Or I don't talk at all. I have extremes. I'm not good with the middle ground.) But it was fun! And I'm glad I saw her again.
Guys: yes, I am one of those people who's perfectly fine with not leaving her house for the three months of summer vacation except to go to the library. (The grocery store is, uh, overwhelming at this point in time.)
This works much better in high school, when at the end of the three months you go back to school and see everyone you know for eight or nine hours (sometimes more!) five days of every week for the next nine months (sometimes more!). When you're in college, you end up just...not seeing people.
But! I finally managed to get together with one of my best friends from high school today (we were born on, I kid you not, the same year, the same day, and the same time, separated by a mountain range) who is living at home and going to the local state university, and we hung out and talked and ate ice cream and walked the fitness trail at the high school despite the fact it is approximately ten million degrees out and then a group of screaming children came into the ice cream shop and I fled. I don't like children.
Except...I ended up apologizing a couple of times because I'd go off on Tulane and New Orleans and Mardi Gras, and she's going to Central and living at home in Ellensburg. Also, I forget how much I talk when I'm with other people. I talk a lot. (Or I don't talk at all. I have extremes. I'm not good with the middle ground.) But it was fun! And I'm glad I saw her again.