Signs I might need to spend more time "interacting" with "people":
Knock on my door. Ugh, probably some fucking internet sales person, who else would knock on Sunday. No - it's, uh, looks like the teenager from downstairs.
"We have a little pool downstairs, is it ok if we set it up in the driveway?"
"Oh, totally!" (I assume she meant "in the parking space you never use")
"Ok, thanks, bye."
Sit down, my heart is racing and I suddenly feel really nervous, like, what the fuck, why, that was not a challenging conversation!! (I was also on high alert after working myself up to telling my upstairs neighbor that I could move some of my outdoor plants if he wanted space for his container vegetables; he declined, which I find bizarre, but, ok. I basically never talk to the other people who live in this building, though I do chat with the people in the duplex next to us)
