There's been some hubbub lately about Friendsgiving, where instead of being with family over a feast, you are surrounded with friends.
I went ahead and did that last Sunday. There was a potluck, though the hostess made a few things as well. We all played a meme game while nibbling on food.
By the end of the night, I asked myself if it was really worth it. Here I was, making myself open and vulnerable, which made me feel like my skin was on fire. I haven't done that in a very, very long time.
One of the people who attended the Friendsgiving sent texts to my mom to see if I came home safely. To have another young adult worry about me said a lot. As hard as it is to make myself present in front of groups of people in social settings, that person made all the difference and made my venture worth it.
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