It's truly unfortunate that certain self-doubts have shackled me from embracing social situations as warmly as I would wish.
Some shyness has caused me to seem occasionally standoff-ish.
I feel like I have done a mostly serviceable job of masking such insecurities.
But all of it is a shame.
I got lost this afternoon in a neighborhood some distance behind my apartment. Single family townhouses, each with perhaps a quarter acre of land, nestled in rolling hills.
Colorful autumn leaves scattered about.
As I passed through, I imagined joyous families contained in each home. None "well off," but all happy. In my estimation.
Probably watching football. Getting ready for the Thanksgiving holiday. Children growing anxious for what Christmas offers.
I deeply appreciate the common person.
Admire all. Really.
But I have always felt, for reasons all my own, outside their warm community.