I miss the days portrayed in old movies, where people would go to a local bar within walking distance of their abode and mingle with the miserable people there.
It's a Friday, I want to go for a drink with some old friends -- but I also just want to go home, take a nice cold shower and forget the outside world for a few days.
But that's how it goes isn't it? You prioritize your comforts over new experiences, and you lose touch with everyone who ever meant anything to you. Thank god my SO is still sticking around.
I hem and haw - aka express my comfort prioritizations - about going places other than home, but my wife will have none of it. She's sort of my "socializing guru" - amongst many other positive things.
We're going to some socializing event tonight, and tomorrow we perform at the same place. I could honestly do without either, but experience tells me I'll be glad I went 10 to 15 minutes into each.