In recent years,
I’ve noticed a rather interesting phenomenon happening - a
transition or transformation of sorts. It has to do with my social
life. I won’t go as far as to call it alarming, though, since I
don’t feel that it is that necessarily.
Either way, in my younger years, I was considerably more social than now. Granted, my friends were few in number, but I made a habit of seeing them as much as I could. I would invite them over or go over to them in the evenings after school, and we’d play video games together. And it happened at least once a week.
Nowadays, then, things are drastically different. I rarely invite people over anymore. I never organize social events. I don’t go visit people unless I’m specifically invited. And the frequency has dropped to once or twice a month.
Do take note, though, that I don’t mean to complain about it. But it is an interesting change. What’s at least as interesting is that I never came to think about it until now. Then again, my mother used to comment on it, saying that I used to be more outgoing.
And she was right. I did use to be more outgoing. What happened along the way to trigger that change then? Was it somehow caused by how much I socialized when I was younger? Did the university and the people there do it to me? Or did I simply grow too old to care?
Yesterday, though, I started contemplating the possibility of inviting some of my university colleagues over. It’d be a great way to see if I could organize something that resembles a social gathering. And let’s be truthful here - my time with them may end one of these days. And I want them to see the best of me before it does.