I'm having a don't want people kind of day. Work was hectic and the phones wouldn't stop ringing, I hate phones. Didn't refill my pill keychain apparently so I had an alprazolam for the morning but not the afternoon. Kinda turned into a butterfingered basketcase. So happy to be home now. No more people, no more interaction. Imma hole myself up in the bedroom and let the world disappear. At least until tomorrow comes. Then the whole cycle repeats itself.
I almost wonder if I might not find people so aversive if I wasn't overwhelmed by them almost every day. Maybe, maybe not. Who's to say, I can't really test the theory since I need every penny I can get in my paycheck, but it's an interesting though to ponder on.














