I don’t think of myself as a sociable person. I hate small talk. Sometimes I wonder how I even became a waitress. (It’s most likely because I failed Algebra 2 twice in high school. That doesn’t mean your server isn’t smart. Some of them are working on their master’s degrees. But that doesn’t even make them smart. I mean, what if they’re getting a master’s degree in a useless subject.) Anyway, the point is I don’t want to get to know you if you’re a customer. I’m not going to waste time being friendly on a person I’ll never see again. Why are you talking to me? However, I am glad to see some regulars. Some other regulars, not so much.
I’m not an extrovert, but it was good to get back to work after a 4 week hiatus. Certainly, I got a lot of things done concerning my graphic novel, and there was freedom to be sure. I mean, I’m not a wealthy person obviously, so there were some restrictions, but it was nice. I missed my coworkers though, and having a routine. It got to a point where I had to go back to work or never go to work again and develop friendships elsewhere.
We need people in our lives. We have a compulsion to get together and work toward a common purpose, not merely because it pays the bills but because survival is ingrained in our DNA, and in order to survive we have to rely on others.