There are probably a few things behind it. That is likely one of them. I am introverted, but I do my best to get out because otherwise I could become reclusive and worse, self absorbed.

I enjoy good company and giving of myself to people. What messes me up is that some people apparently hate that, or hate that it’s me doing the giving. Being around humans is sometimes like handling venomous snakes, and I probably took that a little too far because I had no idea what I was doing because I’m not a natural at being very social.