Traveled. Talked. Wrote.
That was my yesterday.
And out of that yesterday which ‘extreme’ activity blew me out of the water?
A stranger talked to me at the gas station. Nice gentlemanly talk with no ulterior motives. Just talk.
Even smiled back like normal folk.
The flubbing of the human-thing waited until I drove off. I flustered and freaked and then flustered some more.
Stupidity, thy name is me.
Bottom line: I was not made for social interaction. Period placed.