Introverts can't really socialize for long periods of time.
I remember when we had gatherings all the time, and the sound of chattering and laughing would fill the whole house. I'd grow sick of it so easily; I'd simply take my plate of dinner and sit on the floor of my unlit room, eating and drowning whatever sounds of people in my head.
It was nice. It was what I enjoyed—the feeling of avoidance, the joy of being alone, and the darkness of not only the room, but also my heart.
Your words just—
... reminded me of that.
But that's all in the past. I may struggle with it almost everyday, but it's all in the past.
I find more pleasure in pleasing my Father now.
memories,
Starry
