It’s always tough to get people to understand why I like to venture out alone. This is something I try to do at least 3 times per month and usually achieve at least once, and it is beyond crucial for my sanity.
Back in college, when I was going through friend group shakeups and feeling disillusioned by the people I thought I knew, I went out on a whim to a local drum n bass night. I wasn’t into this type of music (yet) but it was the only thing going on that night that I was aware of. Still living with my parents at that point, I just needed a place to get out and be on my own so much that my desire to just go outweighed my terror at not knowing anyone there.
Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that the music ended up being totally up my alley, or a kind individual striking up conversation with me without making me feel overwhelmed at the idea of keeping the conversation going…. but I had a great time. I’d return weekly (only missing a handful of these thursdays) for the next 6 or so months to get more of it!
Nowadays, though I love sharing the scene and experiences with friends, I still try to carve out a night here and there for me to “do me” as they say. Some nights, I come back having reconnected with a few acquaintances that I’ve always thought highly of. Some nights, I come back having exchanged info with some future friends that I happened to hit it off with. Some nights, I simply hang out in the back corner and take in my surroundings and enjoy the environment that I’m in.
It’s a commonly accepted idea that introverts need to engage in some sort of activity to “recharge” from all of the social interaction from their daily life. Hell, it’s a point that Quiet, a book that taught me how to function in a world full of extroverts, drove home. I had no idea that my activity would be surrounding myself with a bunch of people I don’t know and enjoying the sounds around me. And I wouldn’t change a thing about it.