The Blurb

Call me introverted. Socially inept. Independent. Introspective. Weird. Whatever it's called, I've never really needed to be around other people. Give me a good book, and I can sit and ignore the outside world without difficulty or remorse. Until recently, that is.

I'm losing that aspect of my personality. It's still there, but not as strong. I used to be able to close myself in my mental library where no one talked, listened to music, or otherwise disturbed the reader. Thursday night, I planned to visit said library and write a paper for Shakespeare class. I had to have it turned in by Friday for Mr. Midcalf to proof it once before it was graded. (Skipping the extra proofing doesn't officially hurt the grade; but those of you that have had Mr. Midcalf grade one of your papers know it's almost a necessity if you want an A.)

Long story short, I had friends visit me in my room. [More on that in future posts.] We talked, drank espresso, and ate Easter candy. Vinny, the Jewish samurai from Brooklyn stopped by for a while. We all agreed Chris's disco ball added to the festive ambience. Everything from true Christianity to campus rumors controlled the conversation until 1 am was a distant memory. At that point, I realized I would not be getting any paper done.

I don't blame my friends. Especially since I have made a point of letting them know they are welcome in my room any time. The problem is that I am losing my ability to ignore people. It's too bad—it came in handy sometimes—but this social thing is actually kind of fun.