Most of my life, I’ve been torn like the girl in the comic above.
I don’t want to stay home and feel lonely, and I don’t want to go to a party and feel awkward and exhausted by all the interaction.
It’s human to not want to go to some high energy, uncomfortable, and loud social place when we’re comfortable at home.
A friend of mine even said:
“Cancelling a plan last minute is like Heroin.”
I was at a meetup last weekend. Two of the participants were each other’s opposites:
One woman was active in the conversation pretty much all the time. (This approach makes people notice you, but it drains your energy.)