Not Antisocial

I am proud of myself. I went to the weekly "Prayer in the Park" where my ward has a prayer and spiritual thought every Sunday evening. Usually, I just take a nap or pretend I'm sick when it comes around. Not only did I go, I actually talked to four people, three of which I planned to meet with tomorrow to finish putting together a baby shower for one of our leaders. My mother tried to get me to stay and talk to the "teenfolk," as she put it, but I had already used up my quota of talking to people in the ward for that day. She said that my sister and I were being antisocial and I had to correct her: I am not antisocial. I am an introvert. She said I was a very social person with people I knew (to which I mentally answered with an eloquent "duh"). I could have forced my way into conversations about a school I don't attend full of people I don't know with girls who seem adequately nice, albeit a bit strange and girly and apparently devoid of any nerdy qualities.

That, or I could go home and sit down with a cup of tea to read Catch-22. Quite frankly, I am enjoying this latter option a whole lot more.