A meteor passed and scratched the time.

Sometimes I feel like a person with chronic ADD and a hopeless introverted being forced all the time to hyper multi-task and entertain people.
How to be charismatic and make everyone laugh when you just want people to go fuck themselves?
Why creating contacts and increase my social web when you just want the day to be over so you can hide inside your room and lock it?
And why even though I know the perks of being the "loved from everybody" I still feel good being the "not too many friends" kind of weirdo.
I went to this amazing bookstore in Tribeca today, wandered between the isles searching for something that would give me a "north" in this journey.
Tried to reach the book on the top shelf stretching my arm as I was forcing myself to find a cure. Is my answer in a book??!
Got two new titles to my personal library but tonight I am too much tired to even think about it -
I will just sleep under the meteor shower hoping one hits my bedroom and bring inside it the key to unlock this room of melancholia that is my head.