Lately, I’ve found myself going out for drinks less and less. It made me wonder whether I’ve simply become bad at socializing—or if something else has changed.
Recently, I rarely stay out late drinking anymore.
I still get invited occasionally, but I don’t always accept. When this happens repeatedly, I start to wonder if I’m just not good at socializing.
“Late,” in my case, only means around 10 p.m., but even then, if I’m drinking in Tokyo, I won’t get home until close to midnight.
There was a time when I was often the most enthusiastic drinker in the group, but lately that feels like too much trouble. It may simply be age, but more than that, I don’t find drinking out as enjoyable as I used to.
If that’s the case, I’d much rather have a drink at home after a bath, enjoying a meal prepared by my wife. It’s far more relaxing, and there’s no need to worry about getting home.
At the same time, I sometimes wonder whether avoiding social drinking means I’ve become too dependent on my wife. I even catch myself thinking about what I would do if she were no longer around.
Then again, she is younger than I am, so perhaps it’s not something I need to worry about just yet.
In the end, I think it’s enough to drink when I want to, with the people I want to be with. If they’re not available, then so be it.
There’s no need to worry about having only a few people to drink with.
When I look at it this way, maybe I am not good at socializing.
But even if that’s true, I’m not sure it really matters.
Human relationships are complicated.
Perhaps it’s not about being good or bad at socializing, but simply about knowing what feels right.
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