On the rarest of occasions, do I want to leave my house.
Am I depressed?
I don't think so. I take meds for that, and I seem to be upbeat. I'm not crying or anything.
Am I agoraphobic?
I don't think so. I am not SCARED to go outside. I just don't want to.
Am I antisocial?
No question. Always have been. Probably always will be. Not anti-social really, just un-social.
Am I lazy?
Historically I haven't been lazy. But I guess you could say I have become lazi-ER in the past year. Like now, I don't HAVE to get up to go work every day, so it's really hard to want to get up at all. And have so much time on my hands, I really don't feel pressured very much.
So is there something wrong with me, or have I just figured out how to be a lazy, unsocial, agoraphobic and get away with it without having an intervention?
Or am I entitled to be this way since I'm chronically ill and hopefully "officially" disabled if my paperwork goes through?
Or does this post prove that am I totally, utterly, completely insane?
I am curious to hear the opinions of others....
As long as they are 'friendly' of course.