There always seems to come a point where I just want to disappear. Sink back into oblivion while no one notices and just watch quietly. It’s really a very strong urge.
But it seems that’s what I’m always doing. Watching quietly. Disappearing. And starting over somewhere else.
I’m trying to identify my triggers. Embarrassment? Fear? Both?
I’m sure armchair psychs everywhere would have something to say about it.
Ah. It could be worse, I suppose. I could be one of those people who are brain-numbingly positive.
