I’ve never been the best at keeping in touch with people. That’s true. It’s not due to a lack of caring about people; I think about so many people so often, but am reticent about “interrupting” their lives again. Maybe I’m just overly shy.
I’m the sort of person who comes into your life, stays a while, then fades away and just brushes past you from time to time. And that’s true not only of people from my past but people from the here and now too.
I’ve realised this enforced isolation and separation from normal life is taking its toll, and it’s showing that by the fact that I’m avoiding making contact with people who I would, under normal circumstances, be communicating with or seeing regularly. Continue reading