"I have never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude"
(Henry David Thoreau)
I like to do things by myself. I always have. This doesn't mean I'm sad and lonely (probably), and it doesn't mean that I hate people (well...), but I just like having by-myself time. This is especially true on the weekends. I've gotten into the habit of occupying my Saturdays with a bus ride to some place where I would walk around and explore. I told someone about one of these Saturdays recently, and the person got offended (or maybe fake offended--I don't know her well enough to determine if she has a sense of humor) that I didn't invite her to come with me! So now I feel like I must explain myself (maybe) with three points:
- I like to do things when I want to do them. When I was faced with the response, "you should have invited me!" I wanted to say, "did you want to leave at 6:45 in the morning?" Because I did. And I didn't want to waste my morning waiting around for people who know how to sleep in to wake up and decide that they're ready to do stuff.
- Related somewhat to point number one, I like doing things by myself without the stress of someone's wants and needs affecting my decision-making. If I want to walk around a town square six times before deciding which restaurant will be providing my lunch that day (like I have), I don't want to worry about another person getting hungry and impatient.
- In my life, there have been very few people with whom I could comfortably spend a whole day. In fact, I can only immediately think of two, maybe three. I've never been a "people person." Conversing with people does not come easily to me, and I very much dislike feeling like I have to have a conversation when I would be perfectly at ease sitting silently with my thoughts.
So, to all future people I with whom I don't hang out, it's nothing personal, and I don't necessarily dislike you; you just don't happen to be one of the three people I find more "companionable" than myself.