NO. NO MORE NEXT TIME,GIRL.

I've got a little time to spare just to share a few things about me before I head to the shower and hear the Sunday mass with the family. Mind you, this is not a "hashtag ootd" post, not as interesting and pretty.
After reading a few thoughtcatalog and print magazine articles and a little time for reflection (yes, I am as bored as you can imagine), I realized that I am an awkward and retarded fuck. Not too literally, but yes, I am. If we've met personally, you'd definitely understand.
I am the kind of person who's not worthy of a second invite, a next time. Why? My social awkwardness will kill us both. My mouth can't keep up with my inner thoughts which probably explains why I don't want to do the talking (ironic because my work involves a lot of talking). I've got too many things in mind and I can't really decide which qualify to be said out loud. Haha. I talk to myself, I'm better that way.
Do you recall our first meeting, the second, the third, or even the fourth? My hands were probably wet in cold sweat that time. It's funny how I remember holding my hanky and keeping the other hand in my pocket to keep my embarrassing sweat from showing. My back and armpits? Well, you can see them sweat through my shirt, can't really do anything about that, I sweat like a pig (pigs don't have sweat glands but try a pig getting roasted). A total turn-off. That was awkward, I know.
I hate saying 'Hi' to people I meet anywhere when I'm out, alone or not. But I do it anyway, for friendship's sake. I don't hate meeting people, I don't hate on people, mind you. I'm just too awkward for a short chitchat I wish I could hide in my tiny shell. With, of course, my earphones with me.
What I'm saying is, I totally understand why I rarely receive messages like 'hey, wanna hang out?' or 'labas tayo!' or 'ta, laag ta!' because I, myself, wouldn't want to hang out with me. Someone like me.