I’m alright on my own. Trust me.
When you think you might need to be more social, ask yourself who you’re doing it for.
I like my dog more than I like most people. I like being at home more than I like being most places. I like watching baseball and lifting little neon weights in my living room while my dog watches through half-closed eyes more than I like doing most other things.
I’m not a textbook introvert, nor am I lazy. I’m not boring, and I don’t have social anxiety. In fact, I can be downright gregarious, and I love to get out of the house. I thoroughly enjoy new experiences, and — if we’re being real here — I’m probably doing my poor greyhound a favor when I give him a break from my smiling, doting face once in a while.
Then again, I’d be more worried about myself for doing things I didn’t want to do just to appear to have the kind of social life that is — well — socially acceptable.
If I’m being completely honest with myself, this grew out of a need to protect myself when I was younger. I didn’t grow up around a lot of kids I could relate to, so I learned to create valuable experiences on my own or with family members. I’m lucky that my family members are all pretty…
