I find that some of the best conversations occur after midnight.
The other weekend I was hanging out with two of my friends, casually drinking beers & having deep life chats (one of my favorite pastimes). We got on the topic of meeting people & the concept of “no new friends.” Fortunately, we all left college with a solid group of amazing friends & found ourselves feeling anxious when we had to interact with new people. My one friend said she legitimately tenses up when having to make small talk & I admitted I’ve found myself feeling skittish when meeting new people.
That surprised me.
For one thing, I would not describe myself as “skittish.” I don’t think I’ve ever been skittish or avoidant of any social situation in my entire life. I’ve been an extrovert since I’ve been five & habitually over-confident (sometimes edging on cocky). And yet there I was admitting that I felt skittish when meeting new people.
You know what I realized? I’m scared. And it’s not only me–we’re all pretty scared. Somehow, slowly, we’ve become a generation of cowards.