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I stay indoors most of the time. I once went two weeks straight without stepping out the front door. I am comfortable being alone. My house sits on a street that used to be a beach. It has a wall that is a window that overlooks the street and I can watch the world pass by. My mom has a potted garden of sorts so the vines creep up the wall so the world outside cannot really see me, seeing them.
I looked up agoraphobia and the symptoms don't really fit and it isn't really "fear". More of an intense dislike of having to deal with the paramecia that abound in this world. Part of my stress avoidance.
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