I've learned to fake it really well, but my true self is socially backward, fearful of everyone, and quite content to be alone, thank you very much. If I don't know you, I'd really rather not talk to you.
As a kid I would sooner pee my pants than ask where a bathroom was. Literally. I'm not kidding.
And this hatred of talking to strangers is not limited to face-to-face interactions. I also hate talking on the phone to people I don't know. It took me until I was 35 to get up the nerve to call for pizza. Thank goodness I've always lived with someone who's willing to do it.
But I digress. Today I remembered to scan my mail before dropping at the post office, and here are a few things going out to folks from the "good mail day" list:
This next one is for a swap-bot trade that involved using a file folder as an envelope, and restricting your collage images to a single book:
