Eh, maybe it's just me.
But the reason I have the song stuck in my head, is because I went out with a new friend a few weeks ago.
Sweet Husband practically had to shove me out the door, which makes it sound like it was an awful night. It wasn't though. I had a really good time. I came home feeling happy and energized.
So why the strong encouragement required to leave the house? That's the part that's still baking my noodle.
Because even though I generally have a good time actually meeting new people, the idea of it makes me so. darned. tired.
Part of that stems from the very practical problem of 24-hours-in-a-day. I don't get to hang out with the good friends that I have now as much as I'd like--when am I going to schedule the new ones?
But, to be truthful, the time-thing is really an excuse. If I had my druthers, I would go live in the woods with Sweet Husband and the Kid and very few visitors. Except for maybe the barista at my favorite coffee shop...he could come every day, but he'd magically leave after making me a latte. Or maybe he'd just leave the latte on the doorstep?
I don't think I have social anxiety. I'm not even sure I would be classified as a proper introvert. I don't really like to be alone, I just like to be with people I know well. Would someone please diagnose me, so I can stop wondering?
But, for reals, does everyone get a little exhausted at the thought of meeting new people?