Not a whore, a B-O-R-E. I think I have turned into one. Call it recovery, growing up, growing old, what-have-you, I’m rarely in the mood these days to go out of my way to socialize. Just last night, on a Saturday of all nights, Jim and I were sitting at Vera’s surfing the ‘net and chatting with other patrons. It was around 7:00 PM. By 9:00 PM we were back at his house watching television and playing with the cats, Frank and Henry.
I had double-booked myself with two other social engagements, but I just wasn’t in the mood to follow-through on those commitments. I’m not sure why I was so apathetic to the commitments – could have been fatigue, a desire not to get dressed to impress, contentness, or all of those things.
On one hand I should be grateful that I don’t feel the need to get out and validate myself through meeting and hanging out with other people. On the other hand, I feel like I’m missing out on meeting and hanging out with other people.
Or, perhaps, I’m over-thinking all of this, and I’m just going into Winter hibernation mode.