Anti-social. . . ness

Whenever I write a blog entry I try to avoid complaints of any sort. But somehow I always end up focusing on what is bothering me. So I set an unofficial goal to not complain. Obviously it didn't work before . . . and it probably isn't going to work today because the only thing I can think of that is worth writing about is my slow descent back into anti-social . . .ness. I'm not completely there yet, which is why I avoid using the full term anti-social. Plus, using the term only perpetuates the idea. Ha, that's my excuse. Ugh, I should just come to accept the fact that I am naturally a loner. Just like my Dad is, and his Dad was, I prefer to not be bothered by people. I've attempted to change my sad sad ways these past few months but to no avail. I continue to tell myself that going outside my comfort zone will, in the long run, only produce beneficial results. It's just so uncomfortable and even irritating at times! On the weekends I prefer to stay in or spend time with family. Even my cousins have begun to notice my anti-social tendencies. I only spend time, really, with two people that aren't family and one of them is on a mission. Oh well.