Another stage.
I find myself amazed at the intensity of this particular feeling. I’m not a social bug by any stretch of the imagination. I can get all hyped up, be the life of the party, and have a great time doing it, but it only lasts for a couple hours. Then I’m exhausted. (I can spend long stretches with people if intense emotion isn’t involved.)
I have a loner streak that I’m quite comfortable with. I’ve gone weeks with my only social interaction being who I see as I round up the kids on our way to and from church (and the occasional conversation between services). But lately . . .
I feel like I haven’t met anyone new or stretched my conversation skills since, I don’t know, . . last August? Going shopping doesn’t cut it. Guess it’s time to try something new.
Oh Dan. Why don’t you talk to me? I haven’t had a good discussion on politics, public schools, engineering, space, or the latest invention in . . forever. I knew we would have problems when you quit talking to me.
