What’s the worst thing that can happen to an introvert? Not just any old solitary person, but one with intense social phobia and agoraphobia. I haven’t left my home for the past three years, and I’ve been quite happy here. I get my food delivered by the supermarket van and occasionally my brother comes over for some human contact lite and I work from home doing menial internet jobs, and life is great. Until the day when the outsiders must come in…
The worst thing that can happen to an introvert: having to call the Melbourne painters. Painting companies are great and very efficient, and I’m sure the painters themselves are top blokes, but for me, as someone who suffers from an anxiety disorder and has a fear of human interaction, this is potential hell. I don’t know how it’s going to go when the Melbourne painters come over, I’m thinking it might be okay. The company said they can listen to my request and get the job done right the first time so they can spend minimal time in here. But I’ve been putting off these repairs for too long and now there’s a lot to do. The plaster is caking off my walls and it needs a good paintjob so that my house doesn’t look like a cave. (Introverts have gotta have a nice domicile.) As well as the interior paint job I also need roof spraying and fence painting outside. Sigh.
My brother suggested that it’s a blessing that I’ve had to call the interior painters near Melbourne. He reckons that it’s forcing me to face up to my issues instead of hiding from the world. He says I should own up to the fact I have a problem and get help. But seriously, I like my lonely introverted life. Sure, I’ll never meet a girl or fall in love, I’ll never travel to a foreign land or go to a really fun party… Oh heck, when I put it that way, maybe I should get some help.