My sister has said something to me that has made me feel rather guilty. I hate being so personal, but I am at my wits end. I love her, and it feels like she thinks I am abadoning her.
Maybe that’s how I am most like Jim. I like interacting with people and getting to know them but I don’t ever really make any serious attempts to be particularly close. Those who interact with me do so. They often open up to me and tell me things that I now have the burden of keeping a secret. I think I often realize that because of this I often expect people to come to me and I should try and make an effort to reach out to them. I am not sure if I can accomplish this feat. It certainly is a paradox. The social introvert.