Not to brag, but I’d say I’m pretty good at social distancing. I guess you could say I’m a pioneer in the field, a social distancing architect, the championship winner before there was a championship to win.
I have already set my boundaries with people. I cancel most plans to do some act of self care, and I always listen more than I speak. I don’t love touching unless it’s from someone I really feel connected to.
The fewer interactions a week with my friends that I have, the longer my relationships tend to last. Probably because I do something I call the “shooting star effect,” where I impulsively dive into a new friendship or relationship and invest all of my shiny new love and happiness into it until it bursts like a shooting star across the sky.
Much like shooting stars, the relationship ends as abruptly as it began and I am left with beautiful, idealized memories for years to come. It’s why I feel nothing but love for my exes; what else was there to feel?
I see my oldest friends rarely, and talk to them sporadically. My real talent lies in absorbing everything I can out of a new relationship as quickly as possible and then convincing myself I would rather be anywhere else at the drop of a hat.
A self-saboteur? Or an angel investor? Introvert or extrovert?
Prattle Peach 