Comfort [z]One

OKAY, I noticed that I’ve become less outgoing since moving to this city. I play a lot less games, I don’t gym as much as I should, I interact with much fewer people and I just generally reduced the range of activities I engage in.

Blame it on the weather here (hot and humid and I just want to be in an air-conditioned environment the whole time) but I think it’s also partly due to my pathological need to do well at work. The nature of my work keeps me on my toes. Did I tell you about how I try to get into the office an hour earlier just to monitor my reporters at work? I’m surprised no one has called me the crazy anal-retentive bitch (at least not in my face) yet!

Want me to let you in on a little secret? I think the main reason I work so hard is because I’m not very good at um..other things, like socializing. At least with your job, you put in a good amount of effort and you receive a fair amount of renumeration in return.

Interacting with humans, on the other hand, is a bit more complicated – even when (a) you think the relationship is a bed of roses, you may still end up getting dumped or (b) you go out on a successful date but there is no follow-up thereafter.

Matter-of-fact is, if I focus on work, my prize is a nice salary that allows me to spend myself away.

I guess I shouldn’t say I got NOTHING out of my attempts at socializing. It’s always good to meet new people in a new town. I never know when I’ll run into one of them at a club and they’ll introduce me to somebody who might be ‘The One’.

It’s good practice for me to get outside my comfort zone and just talk to people I don’t know. I might just make myself a new best friend!

I didn’t this weekend, but maybe next week I will…