Being anti-social is a thing. A person who is anti-social, doesn’t dislike people who are social, they just find it weird to do it themselves.
I am an anti-social being and I am very vocal about the fact that I don’t like the company of living beings. That being said, it is not that I hate all living beings. There are a few people and animals that I am affectionate towards. Animals? Just a few dogs with those I have eye-connection. I am not an animal person and I get scared of them very easily. There are a few dogs who give me the comfort look. They look at me and I feel they are saying, “Don’t worry, we are anti-social too… We won’t come running towards you to lick you.” I love such dogs that sit in one place and just stare at me, while I stare back at them.
There are people who ask me, why do I avoid the weekend getting to know each other dinners?
- There are people I have to get to know!!! I hate people in real life.
- I have to leave my house on a week off.
At this new work place of mine there is a female colleague of mine who is now a ‘friend’ – let me correct myself ‘work friend’ and she asks me every Friday for my weekend plan and invites me with her friends so that I meet new people and meet new guys from her group of friends. Why?
I tell her every week, that I am going to spend my weekend either sleeping or taking multiple naps and writing something, maybe.
I love going out for dinners but only with people I know. I am just selectively social.
On that note, lets munch on some breakfast and I might go to the parlor today to get my brows done.