People, I mean.

I’ve always considered myself a bit of a loner. Definitely an introvert; I love hanging out with friends but I love coming home and decompressing while watching some TV or spinning a few records even more. My nights of staying at the bar until 2am and passing out at a buddy’s house are long behind me.

Mentally, the healthier I get, the more I’m realizing people need each other. We’re a social species. It’s like how they say pet sugar gliders NEED a companion or they’ll become deeply depressed and even self-harm:

Sugar gliders are social animals, and are much happier in groups of two or more. A single glider is a lonely glider, and that can actually lead to depression and self-injurious behaviors. - via ThePetGlider.com

Loner or not, how happy could you actually be if you never saw another human being again? Even if you had access to any and everything you want and fresh cooked Michelin Star food everyday, it would be pretty tough to enjoy after a couple weeks of no one to share it with.

I was in the most awful mood this morning. I’m almost to the finish line on this six day work week and I’m just over it. I don’t want to think about work this much, and I don’t want to keep reading about all the obnoxious shit spewing from Dollar Store Adolf Hitler’s Donald Trump’s McMouth.

But I keep doomscrolling because it’s another boring Wednesday in retail and I have nothing to do but wait for people to walk through the door.

So I was kinda stewing on it. Like, shit that’s wrong with the world that we can do nothing about. At least not over night. Things that are completely valid sources of stress, but also things I have to realize I can’t change and it’s not worth raging about all day. Easier said than done.

The only thing that can pull me out of that funk is human interaction. I’m getting cabin fever over here.

I got a random phone call from a friend and I started coming back down from my toxic cloud. Then a customer walks in, then a couple more and next thing I know I remember what it’s like to be calm and collected.

Maybe I’m turning into an extrovert. Is that even possible? Or maybe I was just always wrong about being an introvert. I love alone time and I can handle A LOT of it, but for a while now it seems like I need to be around other people to recharge my batteries. Hell, I don’t know. Maybe I’m just spending too much time in my own head.