I have issues with being socially-awkward.

Whatever you say
I'm in the mood to obey
So lead me astray
Jack Johnson - Good People

Actually, I’m not really sure whether to call myself that. It’s all a little bit conflicting actually.
I’m not the most social of butterflies, but I meet people. I can’t strike up conversations the way other people do, but I get by. I hate crowds, but I find myself in one most of the time. I actually hate meeting new people, but life requires me to. I don’t like going out of the house, which my mom’s not so thrilled about. I spend most of my life letting days pass by, but I really don’t know how that makes me socially-awkward. I have friends, although few I consider myself comfortable with. I can hold good and long conversations with people I trust, although there’s only about two of my friends that I trust. I get fidgety around new people, but I try hard not to meet new people so as to avoid humiliating myself. I’m apathetic and jaded with people I don’t know, but then they seem indifferent to my indifference. I like books more than people, but does that make me socially-awkward?
In truth, I don’t really know. So many people claim to be socially-awkward even though they’re not. I can’t exactly call them pretentious for thinking so, but professing that lie—I just think it’s wrong to label yourself with something you are clearly not.
But what I do know is that I don’t like people so much. I choose my friends and I think the less people I have to be clingy with, the better. But I still don’t think that makes me socially-awkward. Maybe something along the lines of wanting to be alone, but not lonely. If that makes sense at all.