Sitting in the library at the college I go to, I pulled out a book and watched people come and go. See, the problem is I have a phobia about interacting with people. I will shut down verbally and pretty much run away. So I watch people around where I am and make some notes and write them in a book. You may ask do I have a physical deformity that keeps people away from me? No, not at all. I have been told I am a beautiful person. However, I grew up in a physically and mentally abusive home until I was thirteen, and my Grandpa gained custody of me. My Grandpa is a saint and has taken me to so much therapy, and thanks to him, I am able to now go out in public even if I cannot have many interactions.
Tucked into my chair, watching the people around me, I had my journal on the arm of the chair and had a book on my lap. Sitting a few feet away from me was a beautiful young woman who looked a bit upset. She was working on a project when a young man came in and sat down next to her. She asked him, "What did you want. Didn't you do enough?"
He was quiet and said, "Please do not be like that."
Her head snapped up and she said, "I found you in bed with her."
Looking like he was trying to convince her that she was imagining things he said, "I want to explain what caused this to happen."
"There is nothing to explain," She said. "You are a lying cheating scumbag."
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