Soon some friends of my partner and I are coming over to spend a week with us. The thing is that even tho I love this girl and her boyfriend, I am a lazy, unsociable creature who prefer to be alone in his house in the middle of nowhere. Even my man knows I cant be talked to at certain moments because I need complete silence.

It makes me feel weird:

Because I am supposed to have accepted to invite them over. My husband is telling me since he realised (he is openly perceptive) that I should have said a week may be too long for me. He is right, but I didn't say it.

I want them here, yet I don't want them to break my silence (I know drama queen is my surname).

I am just anti social life. I have always been. But as I am approaching my 30s, I am becoming that a bit more.

Don't know why I am sharing it here, yet these are just thoughts.

One single word:

Perkele

I've had 2 cats before and I never developed a connection to either of them and didn't even care when we had to give them away. They were cute, but not having them around didn't change anything for me.

I love wasting their time and acting so worried and confused until they're abt to get me and then all of a sudden, I say "Don't care! 😛" and then they block me lol.