At first I read bra as brain. Guess I was projecting.
My brain does go offline when I take my bra off, so that’s not entirely inaccurate.
I’ve never owned a bra, but I can vouch for everything else on there
Drink while you’re out to solve all the problems.
Can’t feel face, bra, bowel needs. Urge to explain to others about your book you haven’t read. Other numb faces nod and smile then talk about their random stupid thoughts too. Pets are now also a talking point. Bed is for passing out now. Or horny adventure
We’re growing up to be such functional alcoholics.
While those are all accurate to me (except the bra) my main motivator is that I’ve passed my interaction threshold. It was quite fun, but I’m done now. Goodbye.
Yup, I enjoy the interaction until I no longer can, physically and emotionally. Then it’s bye-bye time.
I want to be away from people
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If you’re not sure when to smile and when not to, you end up smiling for too long
Everywhere could be a no bra zone if you wanted. The rest is extremely accurate.
While that’s technically true, and I support all braless endeavors… my girls need some support, and I finally found the perfect “bra” that’s super light, no wires, no padding, no hard bits whatsoever yet offers good support. Took me forever, but hey, now I can be comfy!
Name drop that bra!
I hope I’m not breaking any rules by sharing this, but it’s called Nuudii.
If you haven’t done so already get one or two extra while you can.
Totally, I’m getting more for sure. Any time I find something like that, I try to buy multiples.
i want to watch youtube without people looking
I wanna lemmy, watch horror movies, and knit. Guess we can all make our own pie chart with our little activities :)
Every time I go out, I just wonder “why?”
Most of this has nothing to do with introversion.
have a dear friend that is on the spectrum, but very nice. except he is an absolute walking gaffe factory. Almost every situation I find myself in with him is made more awkward by a factor of a million. And it just kills me inside, having to exist within this intensely awkward, uncomfortable moments. It’s almost to the point that I no longer want to hang out with him anymore.
So I’d put that on the pie chart of “Why I want to go home.” a good ol moment of intense awkwardry that puts me into flight the fuck outta here mode
Sounds like your feelings might be your problem.
