I’m supposed to be at a Halloween party right now.
It’s being hosted by one of my favorite people, the lead singer of our band. There’s a few issues, however. One, he lives about sixty minutes away from where my place. Next, I don’t have a good costume. Third, I’m exhausted.
I feel like a dick for bailing on the party. My calendar isn’t hardly everfilled up with weekend blowouts. I probably get invited to four parties a year. So instead of helping young lovelies do keg stands, I’m here in the condo with the cat and dog tonight eating too many Wint O Green LifeSavers.
I’d like to talk for a minute about social interaction. Over many years of therapy I have come to learn that, for me, nothing is more important for my well-being than being in direct, intimate communication with people I love. My inclination, however, is to stay isolated and alone during my free time. This is strange because I’m one of the most outgoing people you’re likely to meet. I love to introduce myself to others and have conversation. It’s basically what I do for a living, too.
Today, for example, I did a short presentation in front of sixty people. It’s easy and I like that stuff.
But when I get home from work or on the weekends, the last thing that would naturally occur to me is to go hang out with someone. This is not healthy. I have spent entire Saturdays and Sundays without leaving the condo. Now, with a blog and a lot of Twitter followers it’s easy to stay entertained. I lie to myself and say that replying to Facebook fan page comments or tweets is like being around people. And while I do love communicating with you guys, I need some face time.
Last year when I went to BlogWorld in LA I made three really good friends. Megan came in a few months back sightseeing with her family, and this weekend Vanessa was in for a conference with her parents.
Vanessa reached out to me and we went to breakfast this morning. Over the past year we’ve become good pals. She runs the marketing for SekiEdge and is also an amazing dancer. If I can ever get out to LA we’re going to film a video where she teaches me how to properly dance at a wedding. It will be hilarious.
Tomorrow I’m supposed to have lunch with an acquaintance, but that’s probably going to be canceled by her. What I know is that if I end Sunday without leaving the condo I will be depressed. I’m going to get up and go visit somebody even if they don’t want to see me.
If I end up choosing you, just be cool and don’t call the cops.
