Accommodating my feelings?
My obsession with being accommodating really is beginning to wear on me. It used to be second nature to just say yes to things, and then feel beholden and grudgingly attend things that I’d not planned to. Or to flake at the last minute and find any excuse to stay home. Any excuse would do really, but since having children “Child (insert A or B here) is feeling really under the weather, I think it’s best we keep our germs to ourselves” is a real winner. Most people want you to keep your tiny germ factories to yourself and are more than happy to reschedule if possible.
I don’t know though. It’s hard to say no to people, especially when you’d really like to see them, but really don’t want to go anywhere to do it.
I’m comfortable in my cave. It’s all the right temperatures in all the right places, and even if they drive me crazy on a regular basis, it’s got the right number of people. (Always under 10, you know what, just fuck crowds, I hate them. I hate crowds so much. Over 10 is a crowd. Parties and family functions make me want to drown. Usually I survive by drinking, but you can’t really do that in an all ages, open-air event. They don’t like it. They think you’re being a dick. So there’s that.)
