Boy, it sure has been a long time. Lucky for me, I guess, that Blogger doesn't kick you off after a few weeks of no activity.
It's Saturday night and I'm home, alone. I guess that makes me a loser, but I'm not so sure. I could've gone out tonight; I had an invitation for a change. I didn't really want to, though.
Or didn't I? I can't really trust my own instincts some times. I am not a party person, but I used to be. I used to love to go out dancing when I was in college. So what's changed? I don't have a close group of friends, for one thing. It takes a lot for me to be really comfortable enough around somebody else to really let my guard down. I don't know if I'm getting crochety in my old age or what. I like to be alone, though, I always have.
That's not to say that I don't get lonely, and that I don't think I need more social support. I do. I think I just have to come to a point where I can accept myself and my introverted ways. Or maybe not. Who knows? All this introspection is hard. And tiring. And makes me hungry.