I've had an extended week of being social and it has had its pros and cons. I've enjoyed it, for the most part, but yesterday, it was enough. Birthday drinks at a "classy" bar on the harbour, loud music with a physically present beat, overpriced drinks and food, but good company. As much as you can enjoy said company in a place like that.
I'm not like that. I realise more and more often now that I'm not like that and I don't care. I don't care that people want to go out and "have a good time". It's not a good time to me and I'd much prefer to be doing other things. For the sake of appearance, it's a lot of effort and I care less and less for it now.
The past six months have made me realise that I'm perfectly fine the way I am. I'm not going to settle for anything less than what I want.
Life is fantastic.