I'm tired

It's warm outside. This means I can sit outside on my porch at night and drink tea and the whole street is asleep and no one is the wiser. I walked across my front lawn and all the house lights were out. Nothing but me and quiet and stars. A spider sat beside me and didn't move and everything stood still for five whole minutes. Joy to the world, summer's here.

Last night was awful. I meant to go out, I should have gone out, if only to get dressed up and leave. But when I got home from work everyone was gone already. I hear they think I'm anti-social. It's not true, I can be social when I want to. I don't like to be with people who will talk about me when I'm not around. I'm different than you, accept it and move on. I'm not better than you, I'm different. I won't defend it, not anymore. Sidenote: Please don't put down what I like or do, not to my face. I absolutely hate being cut down for things that make me happy. It's not hurting you. I get it enough, back off.

Tomorrow I house hunt. Time for a new home to be a recluse in. One with a porch preferably.

Much love