I am generally uncomfortable with going to someone’s house with whom I am not very familiar*.
This probably has something to do with the way I view my own place. I see it as a sanctuary from everything else. My safe place. I feel weird about entering someone else’s place when I don’t know them very well, because, I think, I would feel weird about them entering my place.
I guess I’m kinda like a vampire in that way. You can’t come in unless you’re invited.
That might be a little backward, but whatever. You get the idea, right?
There’s also that element of "well, they seem really nice, but that doesn’t mean they’re not a serial killer."
Because, really, I am an optimist at heart.
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Let me clarify something. When I say "someone with whom I am not very familiar", I am talking about people that I run into on a pretty regular basis, but don’t have a strong friendship with them. Something more than acquaintances, but less than friends. That inbetween place, if you will. I’m not talking about complete strangers. I’m a little smarter than that.
You ARE a vampire, although it has little to do with your abode (unless you count the coffin in which you slumber…muahahaha muahahahahahaha)