Take a 6th (unexpected and strange) person along. Make sure she is a snake. Then mix in thoro in a 42 foot sailboat with five others, no AC, temps above 90 with 100% humidity, one minimally functional head, no shower except a rinse off once a day in the back deck, ice gone by the fifth day, place them in isolated islands with no shade (and no way to find any other than in the depths.) Stir. P.S. Make certain that there is no place for the introverted (me) to escape from the snake (hereafter referred to as B to avoid a libel suit.)
The one place I had to disappear (and get away from her incessant insinuations, was in the water, snorkelling. Loved it and took every opportunity, but being fair-skinned and completely sunburned by the third day (despite repeated applications of 30+ Sunblock throughout the day) I had, frequently, to hide in the interior of the boat to escape further sun exposure. No, I didn't bite this woman in the butt; she is a long-time friend of the captain's (but even she got tired of B by the end) who I didn't want to offend (J being a long-time friend) by being ungenial. By the end of the trip, however, I was tense, tired, irritable and feeling like it was my fault for not being able to get in the "fun" spirit that B kept pretending to jolly me into, all the while slicing me.
I actually blamed myself for my moodiness, but, on the way home, a discussion with the 4th female member of the party (and my neighbor) revealed she had figured this woman out early. I'm just so socially dense that I figure everything that happens in a social situation is due to my inadequacies. It's taken me to 46 to realize that I'm actually an okay person. Not perfect, but not evil. This woman needed to be nipped inthe bud, but I didn't recognize how many of my chains she was yanking until I was on the (multiply) delayed flights home. Eighteen hours to get from Staniel Cay back home, a good eight of them spent in Cincinnati airport.
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