Oh now this shit’s getting real. He calls me and wants to see me this week. And my personality retracts inside me like George Costanza in cold water. You don’t sound very excited, he said.
No, I’m scared shitless.
No, I don’t like people getting close to me at all. You have to prove you’re good first. Then prove you won’t try to change me or dominate me. Any fast moves and you’ll either get guns or a disappearing act. It’s hard for me to trust strangers. You have to prove you’re a friend first.
I have no problem showing myself. I let very few people get close.
I am on defensive lockdown. Maybe that says it all right there.