I don’t know what I’m doing here.
I’ve been slowly falling apart ever since I stopped hanging out at the BeeHive.
Lately, most social interaction has become stressful to the point of being mildly traumatic. They’ve always been that way, I suppose, but only in the last few years has it become a problem. Just another case of “use it or lose it” as applied to interacting with other people.
I want to rejoin the world long enough to establish myself economically, so that I can continue falling apart in peace. This means I have to pull myself together and remember how to hang out with people, have conversations, job interviews, and all of that stuff people do with each other. And do all of that in this economy.
If you know me and would like to help, invite me to something. I’m available all day every day. I can fix anything if you provide the parts.