Earlier this year, I consciously decided to stop doing anything I don’t want to do unless I get paid (see: I even Write it! ). No longer participate in events out of obligation. No longer force yourself to attend parties just to show your face. No longer agree with activities I know I don’t like (escape rooms, public speaking, shared rooms, bowling, big group trips – in fact, anything in any big group, anything too cold or sporty, involving pop-up activities that wander around the side, the list goes on).
I adjusted my social life. I stopped contacting people who didn’t work hard or didn’t really get me. I stop responding to people who only contact them when they need something. It’s a clean life, a massive excavation of everything in a consistent way for how I want to spend a limited time on Earth.
While this may sound dramatic, a little “late capitalism” and like the life manifestation of an Instagram infographic by an unlicensed therapist, it is in many ways a response to a life-pleasing response to people’s lives and overly anxious about my thoughts about others. To ideally land somewhere in the middle, I will have to throw myself in the opposite direction.
So far, I’ve actually been happier and more satisfied. Endless social hanging has been replaced by wonderful time and I won’t feel sad if I want to watch the replay Osborne On Friday night, instead of going to a small plate restaurant, then the club. But my life is quieter. Just like last Saturday, I don’t think I opened my mouth once, except brushing my teeth. I rarely take risks anymore – I don’t remember the last time I sent out a risky text (to be married fairly), or ended up in the home of someone I didn’t know (I always saw other people’s houses in my 20s). I prefer this, but I also think picture reduction article Have done it. As is common saying, do I have any protection for my peace…too much?
