i tried, didn't I?

last night i tried to be social, but i really just wanted to hide away. some people don't get that, there are times where a book would satisfy my need for fun or sociability. but i tried. i tried for my cynical husband could chant oddities in the nights air. his way of challenging the masses, and making a barrier from the rest of the world. I am so ingrained at the goofy shit that comes out of his mouth, it doesn't phase me. i also know who he is, and know that some of it it's just a persona he puts on.