A Story A Day. Story 96 of 365: Ice.

People called her cold, heartless, as if it were a bad thing. Kristen had never been empathic, she had never understood other people. Having friends was hard for her, because she didn't know how to treat people well, she didn't understand the need other people had for human contact. She didn't have the impulse to pick up the phone and ask them how they were doing. If anything ever happened to any of them she had to force herself to ask them, just to seem polite, they were her friends after all, whatever it meant. Social interactions were exhausting to her, she avoided going out of home as much as she could. She even shopped on the internet, even groceries, everything. Her mother had already given up on finding a boyfriend to her. Kristen looked at relationship as transactions, she didn't need the moral support, but she sometimes needed the sex, and she didn't see a reason why she should endure the pain to maintain a relationship just to get laid. So every now and then she would go out to a quiet bar and find a guy to take home, or a girl if she felt like it. She was happy with her life, but there was still some people who didn't understand her way of living. However, she couldn't care less, she would just stare at them icily and tell them it was not their problem.