Invisible Boundaries

 What I find that is unfair is the expectation that people have of you to be always smiling, always kind, always happy, and the expectation to always interact and socialize politely. There is no concept of boundaries or personal space and time. You could be breaking apart on the inside and you still can't appear anything other than what the people want you to be. You are not allowed to set a boundary and say you wish to be left alone for a few hours. Apparently, that is too much to ask for. Even after politely trying to set a boundary a million times, you snap one time and get labeled as rude and a bad person, only for trying to put yourself first. People start to assume there is something wrong with you for wanting time to fix yourself first before succumbing to the impossible standards set by the idiotic society. 

This especially sucks for an introvert. Needing time to recharge your social battery is apparently the worst thing you can ask for. It gets you labeled as depressed, lonely, rude, inappropriate, or just a terrible person. It is people like these who can't grasp the concept of needing alone time, or people who cannot stand to be alone so they impose themselves on others are what's making the world a terrible place and I don't want to have space for people like that in my life.

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