As you may have noticed, below/some days ago I posted The Hermit card. I actually have a tarot card set. Not cause I practice anything, but because I went through this this weird Dr. Facilier phase last year and had the urge to buy a deck. So on a trip to Borders I decided to pick one up. Haven't touched it sense. I'm sure the spirits are upset with me. For the record I'd just like to say I think Borders>Barnes & Noble. Seriously if you think about it you can't even search books at B&N. And they have crappy selection. Especially in movies and CD's. I don't care if it's a bookstore, if Borders has it then maybe they should have it too. Just saying. What was I saying?
Oh yes, hermit crabs.
I came to this conclusion along time ago; that I am in fact a hermit, 'cept for the beard, greasy hands, bugs in my teeth, branches in my hair or old worn down coats gracing my shoulders. Really I can't even grow a beard. What I mean to say is that I exhibit similar a similar lifestyle to a hermit. My room has become my sanctuary where I practically thrive most of the day. I don't go out with friends. Not because they don't invite me, which has never actually happened, but because I just never feel like it nor do I push myself to attempt leaving this house. It's always the same old crap. See here's the issue. As much as I want to be social, there is this part of me that resists. I contradict myself. I can't just go up and make friends or introduce myself, as much as I would like to. It sucks to be shy, yet unfortunately I am cursed with this trait.
Continues to remind me that being single bites.
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