Boy, do I have some Tales to Tell...
Saturday, July 15, 2006
 
Please don't get me wrong: I love hanging out with friends. Few things please me more than spending some time with friends just hanging out, getting a drink or a bite, chatting while taking walks. I love it. I can even stand to go out to a nightclub with a friend, once in a while.

But recently, with all the goings-on at work, the increased responsibility, plus the horrid monsoon-like tropical-heat weather, I am not so big on hanging out... except if it's at home in my boxers and tank top. All I want is to make dinner, have a glass of wine, a nice refreshing frozen treat, and alternate my television between Bravo and Logo. Nothing would please me more than taking a shower and taking a nap. Ahhhhh, blissssss.

I feel bad because summer is a great time to get together with friends. And honestly, I tend to only hang out with close friends. Once in a while, I'll tag along with someone new but it rarely happens. I feel bad because I want to spend time with my friends too but I am just too tired. And don't even get me started about going out to Brooklyn or any of the other boroughs. And on top of it all, I work a customer service job... so, when you are off, I am not.

I feel guilty but at the same time, I feel like I deserve the time to myself and my husband. Because those things do please me a bit more. It's selfish. But sometimes, you just have to be. Later.
 
Comments:
Sounds like you're ready to be alone on the beach!
 
oh i totally know what you mean. And it finally took a lot for me to admit to myself that I'm a "homebody" as if I thought that was "uncool" or something. But damn it, I like being at home.
 
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