The Knock at the Door
I’m a quiet person. I mainly keep to myself. I have social anxiety and some depression and so I stay home a lot. I’m not sad all the time and I feel comfortable at home. I just don’t feel the need or motivation to do much socially. Anyway, I’m a smoker so I go out on the patio to smoke and there’s a couple that lives next door that always say hi when they walk by. They take their dog out for walks and know me by name so always stop to say hi.
I didn’t have any plans for Thanksgiving since I’m estranged from my family and all. A friend of mine knows this and asked me if I wanted to come over to her house for Thanksgiving and I told her I would. It was nice to have plans, especially knowing that I’d be going somewhere where I knew everyone there instead of having to be around strangers. Two nights before Thanksgiving though, I got a knock at my door. It was the neighbor couple. They asked me if I had any plans for Thanksgiving because they wanted to invite me to spend it with them. I told them I did but it meant so much to me that they would ask someone they barely know to spend a holiday with them. I think they just knew that I lived alone and didn’t go out much and were worried that I would be alone. It was nice to know that someone cared (in addition to my friend who obviously beat them to the punch).
There really are good people in the world.