I am a social creature who is uncomfortable around people. I love to engage people in conversations, make jokes, and generally be out in the world absorbing the sights, sounds and other sense stimuli. Or rather, I did like this, stopped doing it, and have been learning to love it again.
As previously mentioned, I have picked up some silly anti-social behaviors as of late. Because of the stresses and time commitments, I have been unable (and frankly, unwilling) to make plans with friends and family.
For the most part, I would say I am a fairly decent planner. I worked hard to organize nights out and to make arrangements to see my friends as often as I could. I was the one who would bully and cajole people into a night on the town. I was the one who would have a party and think carefully about who to invite so that my eclectic mix of strangers who mesh well.
Somewhere along the way, I lost sight of that as a goal, and lost touch with many friends. I stopped being the instigator, and so I stopped getting together with people. Certainly, the blame is not solely on me, as my friends could have also contacted me if I failed to contact them. But I am equally to blame in this case, as everyone always has a million things going on in their adult lives that need attending.
So once again I am making the effort to be an arranger. There is nothing more gratifying than spending time with ones friends and loved ones.
Too true.
ReplyDeleteI wish I had of been able to attend the last event you arranged, but I had a literal all-day commitment, and pretty much fell into bed once I got home. :/