I've never been a very social person. I'll leave my house to do groceries, eat at restaurants with my family, go to school, or basic run errands. But rarely do I leave my house on a Friday or Saturday night to spend time with friends; I've thought about why this is, and every time, I've attributed this to my asocial personality. But the other day as I scrolled through Instagram and Snapchat, I couldn't help but feel a little bit of... jealousy.
Everybody seemed to be living their lives and enjoying their weekends, amused by the company of their friends. Why did I feel so dissatisfied every time I hung out with my friends? Plus lately, my busy schedule was too packed for hangouts (really), and I wouldn't really share family/academic stuff I have to deal with, so they just assumed that I just declined to avoid them. And when they finally stopped inviting me to outings, I felt mildly betrayed. But wasn't this what I wanted--to be left alone?
The thing is, I want to be social. Or at least I want to have the fun they're having. So starting yesterday, I've decided to become social and try to put myself out there more, maybe eventually initiate events. If it doesn't turn out, then I guess the personality tests were right and I really do prefer to fly solo.
So today I went to get frozen yogurt with a friend, and got some new Starbucks lattes with my little sister: a sort of toast to these social goals I have.
