A friend of mine posted about throwing some type of social gathering and it got me thinking... I haven't actually invited anyone over for anything but a cup of coffee (which my former neighbor and I always drank outside while we smoked) in ages.
Looking back, I can see that over the years, my hermit tendencies have slowly crept over me like kuzdu.
And I'm okay with that.
Oh, I have no problem going out into the world and socializing with other people - should the need ever arise. And I have no problem reaching out to people here on the internet. "Come in and know me better, man," is what I say. Here. Not out there. Out there, I'm a happy hermit.
Of course, moving out to the middle of nowhere in southern Missouri nudged that along quite nicely.
Except for people keep stopping in the road while I'm outside, introducing themselves and carrying on conversations. I do my best. I really do. The elderly couple who pulled into the driveway and chatted with my husband and I for a good 20 minutes were very nice. But the gal who stopped while I was taking a short walk yesterday made me want to pull back into my snail shell. Kinda snobby and uppity for someone who lives in this neighborhood, if you ask me.
Anyway, I am a happy hermit. All y'all keep me properly socialized in what is probably my most public arena. Otherwise, I'm in my hole, writing and reading and bird-watching - which are solitary pursuits anyway.
What about you? How social are you in real life? Does the hermit life appeal to you or do you need other humans around to be happy*?
* no value judgments there - we all do what makes us happy in our own way.