Thursday evening. Home from work. Exhausted. Glad to be home away from the bizarre humans, glad for the peace of solitude.
Friday vacation day. Slept a lot. In the evening, spent an hour and a half talking with someone I like. I really enjoyed it. I like people.
Saturday a big day. Left my house 7am, got home 10:30pm. Around humans all day. The people in the crowds -- I didn't know them, but I like being around them. They are the kind of people I feel good about being with. The people I was with -- I know them. I like them.
A three hour trip by car. Six hours round trip. I spent six hours confined in a small space with them. I did not get annoyed with them. My liking of them only increased.
I always give rides to people. A half dozen people have been my passengers for various trips in the past few months. I enjoy the company. I enjoy being useful.
Sometimes I get tired though. Sometimes I feel like I'm tired of helping other people. When is anyone going to help me?
He offered to take a turn driving. I let him. I sat in the passenger side and relaxed. I didn't have to be in charge any more. I trusted him to get us home safely.
It's like when I dance with a partner. He's leading. I open up, listen to where he wants to take me. I don't have to be in charge any more. I put my trust in his hands.