in the quilt that is my life I confound myself sometimes. I consider my self pretty social. I love people, I love to talk and listen and laugh and dance and play. I enjoy the people I work with and want to be part of the social activities at work. yet, when they have the weekly happy hours, I rarely go. i skip parties that I had every intention of attending -- and Im not sure why. am I becoming recluse like my mom? or do i just like being home? or do I hate the way i feel when I have a couple drinks -- my nite is shot. I dont know...really dont know.
and I love chatting with quilters and knitters, but I dont join a quilting guild. i am just too weird --
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