Sleepy Saturday Nights

Originally written on July 30 and was thought lost to the abyss that is Blogger. Not so. I found it and have reposted for my humiliation.

It mildly depresses me that I have such difficult meeting people. This is not exclusive to girls. I have trouble meeting and getting to know anyone. It's not that I do not like people. I enjoy people quite a bit most of the time. I have always heard the best way to get to know someone, and to let me them know you find them interesting, is to ask them questions about themselves. And I do. But it is difficult to ask people interesting questions if you do not know who they are. It's a Catch22 of sorts. This is of course not an impossible task, for many people are not at all hindered by this. I am. To compound the problem, I am satisfied to be alone. My favorite definition of extroverts and introverts is that an introvert thinks with his mouth closed and an extravert thinks with his mouth open. A more appropriate definition, to this monologue, is that extraverts relax and re-energize by being around people and introverts do this alone. I often think it would be nice to call up a friend I rarely see on a Saturday afternoon and ask them if they want to hang out. But by that time comes I am tired from doing chores or whatever else I have been doing and I do not feel like putting out any effort to converse with someone that I am not intimately familiar with. So I do not.