It's You. And Me. But Mostly You.

I've been trying for the life of me to figure out why anxiety is a little higher than normal.  Or why I want to hide. Take a week off of work. 

Training and owning a gym is a HIGHLY social job, so every time I talk on the phone, hang out, go out, etc, and it involves other people, I am drained beyond belief.  

So if you ask to hang out and I say no, yea, it's you.  Not you the person.  Just you. A person.  And me, having to interact with you. Be around you. A person.  It has nothing to do with me loving you, or caring about you.  If you're in my life I probably care deeply for you.  

If you think this is a mean thing to think or say or write.  Don't care.  I'm sure you've thought or said or have written something similar at one point in your life.  And I respect that.  Because sometimes you need to be you.  And all the you's need personal space the way I need personal space.  And that's pretty frickin cool.

​So what am I doing this Easter weekend?  Not hanging out with you. ;)