I could blame it on the bullying I had in school, and the fact that I was an outcast. But I think I was born this way. It's not that I hate the outdoors, I don't. I hate most of the people in those outdoors. Ok maybe not hate but can't deal with them much.
Lately it's been worse. People are so rude. I mean come on.. I limp badly. It's not like you can't see it. Do you really have to cut me off while you grab the supermarket cart? Do you have to step in front of me as you see I am trying to get to the deli counter? Must you step in front of me while I am trying to get into an isle just because you are in a hurry?
Nothing new I suppose but I really hate going out.