I'm told that lack of social interaction has brought about telltale signs of a chronic loner in me -- I'm terribly tongue-tied when small talk is in progress, I goof up even when I have to say 'hi' or 'bye' to people, I make excuses to avoid crowded celebrations, I sleep away my weekend, etcetera, etcetera.
In short, I'm told that I should get a life.
Well, I don't tell them that I'm actually having the best time of my life. It will kill the fun, you see, if I reveal it. So, I carry a rather helpless/glum/morose expression on my face and enjoy all the 'oh-you-pathetic-soul' look from others.
It's good fun, I tell you!
2 comments:
my kind of story, buddy
the only difference is the absence of fun
Wasmi: Hmm... and I was thinking that you were having all the fun out there
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