I don't know if I want to be alone or not. I know I bitch about it, but at the same time I've passed up improv at DramaTech two weeks running, not because I didn't want to go, but because I just didn't feel like being around a bunch of noisy people.
Maybe this is the isolation and withdrawal that came up in the birthday reading polychromatic22 gave me. It's not a bad thing. Sometimes I feel lonely and get upset, but sometimes I'm grateful for the quiet. Last night I got out the afghan and started crocheting for the first time in months, and it felt good to create.
I guess I'm just taking some time to be the Hermit, and when I come back out I'll be better than ever.
(Of course, this doesn't mean I don't want invitations to cool stuff. ;) )