Am I the only one who still feels a little bit like that shy kid from high school? Saw a young man today, standing in what looked like a crowded basement party — loud music, everyone else having a grand old time — and he just looked utterly drained. His friends were practically dragging him to stay... and I remembered feeling exactly like that, wanting nothing more than quiet and my own thoughts, but sticking it out because that's what you were supposed to do. For years, I did what I was told, followed orders, never questioned the noise... and now, sometimes, I wonder if all that discipline just kept me from ever really finding my way out of the crowded room, even when I was finally old enough to just walk away. Anyone else ever feel like they missed the exit?