I saw this very interesting post on Theresa's blog. Just when I was ready to give up on myself as a complete social misfit, too. I still think a bit of the first description Theresa offers describes me, minus the ugly behavior. But she is so right about what charity dictates. Do take a look if you can.
Last week I met a Maronite-Rite nun who really is a hermitess. Sister came to a social gathering at my parish following Mass last week and I was so touched by her personal charity in engaging so many people in conversation, perhaps having to answer questions that should not have been posed to her in the first place. Sister kind of drove Theresa's point home. There are times when charity dictates that we venture past that place where we are most comfortable and make ourselves fully present to those around us, whether they are family or friends.
Sometimes, I wonder how Our Lord received the sick, the lame and the possessed when He reached the point of physical exhaustion or perhaps wanted to be alone so He could pray to His Father. At least none of my relatives have ever carved a hole in my roof to lower themselves into my living room to see me.