I didn’t really think it was a large reality even though I was aware of it being something.
I noticably feel uncomfortable when my family and I are in the same room. My brain, my heart-whatever it is, tells me that it’s too many people. Too many family people altogether.
It doesn’t matter if it’s someone else’s family. Doesn’t matter if I’m with a group-all though the last time that happened I was happy and carefree.
It’s just an odd puncture to my individuality. Why do I dislike being around all them so much? Is it because they know everything? Is it because they don’t? And they should?
I don’t really get it.
This post is just an observation.