exhilaration

Recently, I was sitting with a couple of women friends of mine. Not close friends or anything. Acquaintances. People I want to get to know better, I think. It’s always iffy with me, because people tire me out so much. But it was a beach party, and I was sitting with them, and I felt like it was a good decision overall. I mean, I was being social. “Look ma, I’m out with people. Not in my room doing my own thing. Like a crazy introvert.” I really wanted to go back home and be on my own, but I was trying to be an adult. Trying to be normal. It was all going so well. Oh boy, was it going well. I was sitting and listening to them speak about how terrible men are, and how women are all goddesses. I nodded at the right moments, and empathized at the other right moments. Ah, we are really connecting, I thought to…