The Bloody Doors Off

Or more accurately, crowd skirting.

I haven’t been a huge fan of crowds the past year. I get nervous, antsy. A need to break away, get fresh air.

It’s been more noticeable of late. Jason & Paige’s wedding reception, and then Uncle Roy’s funeral.

It’s not me being anti-social, it’s becoming overwhelmed with the number of people. And while I’d like to go out and enjoy World Pride, I hesitate because of the sheer number of people. This thing that makes me proud in my city also has me hiding behind a computer screen instead.

Something’s gotta give.