Social hangover

“We are all different” - a phrase that’s often thrown around. And thankfully, it’s true. Some adore winter, others summer. Some thrive in nature, while others prefer the city.

But there’s one area where that diversity seems to vanish: socializing.

The first to leave a party is branded a bore. Anyone who declines an invitation is seen as a weirdo. Going to the movies alone? Strange.

Why is that? Why does socializing always take precedence over solitude? It’s as if being alone automatically means something’s wrong.

There’s a lot of talk about online privacy these days. But when it comes to wanting some privacy in the physical world, it’s a different story. We’re expected to be “online” by default, 24/7. And if we go “offline,” people treat it like a malfunction - a 404 page.

People often say I’m a social person. And sure, I enjoy listening, asking questions, and reflecting on what others share. But it comes at a cost…

After two or three hours, I’m drained. I get what I call a “social hangover.” Everyone seems to talk endlessly about nothing, as if we’re all terrified of silence or stillness.

Why is solitude taboo?

I don’t have the answer. But I’ve gotten better at announcing my early departure. It still feels a bit awkward, and sometimes I get confused looks. But honestly, I don’t care - I’m too old for that. And it feels incredibly liberating.