Somewhere between the discomfort and enjoyment surrounding social interaction, the questions are bound to arise:
Do I really like being “social” or is it an obligation imposed on me externally? If I were to withdraw from social obligations, would my life be more, or less, fulfilling? Will it be possible…ever…to shed the constraints and be absolutely free to be me?
The answers depend on who you are, and who you think you are. I suspect no one really has the answers, because no one has tried to survive absolute honesty. Well, perhaps there are a few who have tried, but none survived.
I’m just a bucket of cheer today, isn’t that right?