Tonight I went out for drinks with some colleagues and ex-colleagues - friends, really - and as we bantered about shared workplace traumas of the past, I felt myself realizing that I don't do this sort of thing nearly enough. I am solitary by nature and socializing with groups sometimes leaves me feeling a little drained. That's not a reflection on who I hang out with; it's simply the nature of consciously overcoming the convoluted mental landscape that occupies such a large percentage of my reality. I spend a lot of time in my own head, and interacting with the physical world takes more energy than it might for naturally gregarious people.
As a consequence, I've turned down a lot of opportunities to be social over the years - parties, BBQs, after-work drinks, that sort of thing. And yet when I make the conscious choice to go out and be social, I never regret it, because I value my friends tremendously and I enjoy hearing what's happening in their lives.
I'm not sure if I'm introverted or simply selfish with my time. But I hope my friends know that I treasure every second I've spent with them.
Well, maybe not that one time I got handcuffed into a shower stall.