My friend Scott looked at me and said, “Are you OK?”<\/p>\n
I said I was, but I wasn’t. I was tired. Still in the grip of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome after all these years.<\/p>\n
There were all these people at the party and I’d start to relate to one and then there would be all sorts of different people around and joining in the conversation so I had to keep dumbing everything down to include everyone who wanted to be included. I’d start one conversation and it would get interrupted and so I’d move on to try to talk to somebody completely different and my head started aching. I’m more of a Shabbaton guy than a party guy. <\/p>\n
I like how ***** handles herself socially. She reads social cues. I feel comfortable with her. I don’t feel comfortable with drunks. Anybody out of control frightens me. <\/p>\n
What rocked was spending time with people from shul outside of shul. Once the rabbi was gone.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
My friend Scott looked at me and said, “Are you OK?” I said I was, but I wasn’t. I was tired. Still in the grip of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome after all these years. There were all these people at the … Continue reading