Five of my friends split a cab to the mall. We’ve never been. It’s something new. They asked if I wanted to join, and the night before I said I probably would. The next morning, though, I woke up and decided not to go.
I usually go for something new. I usually go with friends. I usually take the option that means I can tell a story or help someone along the way instead of just staying home. But this time, I just stayed home.
I’m not always an extrovert, even though I always come out that way for personality tests. I’m not always outgoing, even though I love making new friends. I’m not always one to get energy from other people, even though I’ll usually go with the mall option every time.
