I’m not quite sure what to do with these new feelings of wanting to be social. I’m not terribly good at being social, which anyone who knows me will attest to. I’d generally rather listen to Nickelback and Justin Bieber while signing up for nutrition advice from Food Babe* than talk to another human being, at least in any form that isn’t digital.
I’m starting group therapy for my anxiety soon, and I’m looking forward to that, too. It’s like some strange pod person that isn’t a completely miserable crank has taken over my body, and I’d like to think it’s for the better, but I guess time will tell on that one, because it could still all go horribly, horribly wrong. If you see me on the news, you’ll know in which direction my attempts to human again have led me.
* seriously, fuck Food Babe and her fear-mongering, pseudo-scientific bullshit.