If there's a room full of people who don't want or need to make friends, there is invariably one in the room who wants and needs to make a friend. That person will, without fail, find me.
I've been told I over-analyze things too much. I've been told I'm too sensitive about little things. I've been told I should grow a thicker skin. I like my skin thin.
Usually, I'll move heaven and hell to avoid spending Labor Day weekend in New York City. A shaky sense of self worth tells me I'm a loser if I'm stuck here during major holidays.