Frequently, my brother likes to make plans to go somewhere, whether it be roller skating, paint-balling, or going out to eat. He invited me to go paint-balling with him, his girlfriend, her sister, and my sister. Its not even that I dislike paint-balling. Its just that I would much rather stay inside, get under my warm blanket, hear the rain fall outside of my window, and text my friends or read a book. The idea of going out doesnt sound fun to me. We went paint-balling not long ago, but its just not something I would want to waste a night doing. 

I am sure many people would long to be invited to go somewhere and to be included and, trust me, I am thankful they want me to go and enjoy my presence when I am with them. But I find myself wondering why every time I am asked to go someplace, I have to mentally prepare myself for, honestly, days on end. And, even then, I am still anxious, and not thrilled that I have to get out of my room.