Sounds contradictory, right?
At the end of summer vacation, I did something that was way out of my comfort zone: I went on summer camp. I’ve talked about the camp before on my blog, but there’s a side to it I haven’t shared yet. You see, scouting is Robbert’s thing. I think it’s important in a relationship to show interest in each other’s hobbies, and scouting is a big part of Robbert’s life. After we’d been together for a while I became involved in scouting as well, but as much as I like it, it was always still kind of his thing. You know, just like he plays Dungeons & Dragons with me and my friends. He enjoys it, but it’s mostly my thing. I don’t think he’d be playing if it wasn’t for me. Well, scouting is his thing, and that’s mostly because pretty much everything about it is outside of my comfort zone. It involves taking way more risks than my anxiety-prone mind would normally ever be willing to take. I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I’ve done something I found incredibly scary (or even dangerous and stupid) in my three years at the scouting. Mind you, I’m very quick to find things scary, dangerous and stupid. I’m a bit of a paranoid person.
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