I am much too shy, much too conservative, and too much of an introvert at times. I, however, realized lately that despite my love for quiet and solitude, I need to have a social life as much as the next person.
In the Maslow pyramid, it is called the need to belong.
After confiding in Blair and Ryker about my delicate situation, namely dad’s illness, I feel as if a burden has been lifted off my shoulders.
In the few days that followed said confession, both my best friend and my boyfriend outdid themselves to bring lightness to my dark mood.
“I know this might not feel like the best time,” Ryker begins almost hesitantly at lunch on Friday, “but how about a picnic tomorrow?”
“I don’t know if it’s a good idea,” I tell him sheepishly, not knowing how decline his offer without hurting
