Please Don't Blame Her; Life Turned Her That Way

This NY summer humidity is my hair's worst nightmare.
This season, in general, is not a season I ever look forward to. The days and nights move equally; sluggishly.

I don't like to move. I don't move. Lots of times I decide to "mole it" and stay indoors, leaving me with way too much time for contemplation, leading to realizations I didn't intend to come up with at the beginning of the day. Realizations turn to irrational feelings and suddenly I'm declining everyone's phone calls and sad soul music is my best friend.
I tend to go into mole-mode more often than I'd like to admit. It's a known but never spoken about understanding between my friends and I.
They call-
I stare at the phone-
I don't answer it-
I might answer it later if they call again, depending on my mood and then make up some shit that they know I wasn't really doing at the time of their call.

I'm the kind of person I dislike the most; the kind that takes out internal frustration on others by being flakey and neglectful.
I swear, I'm working on it though.
Until then it's just me drying my eyes in front of my giant floor fan, listening to my sweet soul music...The only thing that could feel it just the same way.