Social Hour

______Realizing I hadn't really socialized all week, I decided to take action. I dressed myself up, actually properly dried my hair with a blowdryer opposed to letting the air leech water droplets from it over the course of the day, and grooved on over to Starbucks. Yes. Grooved. On. Over. Watch out.

______Thus, I am presenting sitting at Starbucks, drinking delectable peach tea, editing photos, and occasionally glancing up from my screen to accidentally lock eyes with another human being. Insert hipster habit commentary here. I've witnessed a twenty minute Tindr date go down, which doesn't seem very long to get to know someone to me, as well as noticed a few men hunched around a table conducting a very specific business endeavor. A group of five bearded men all dressed in old jeans and wrinkled T-shirts kept shuffling from the inside seating to the outside, clearly not sure what to make of this seventy-degree temperature in November. And a couple girls with laptops just like me sat "chilling like villains" (as the cool kids say) with their checkered vans and thick-rimmed glasses.





______I'm sure they're doing the same thing I am: getting out of the house to hear something other than the scraping of their dog's claws against the hardwood floors or the white noise of televised news debates. I can get pretty stir crazy even though I am a humble home-dweller, so even tiny outings like this can ease my brain. Just a new environment to soak in, grumbling Penske truck, antsy humans on their devices, traffic noise, and all.



______And so, two hours later and having spoken to no one, my social meter was brimming with a strange satisfaction. That's how you do it as an introvert, and I suppose that is the way of stuff, the way of things, and the way of stuff and things.

Blazer: Charlotte Russe (similar)
Dress: KnowStyle
Jelly shoes: BooHoo (exact and they're $10 go go go ladies)
Chain bracelet: Charming Charlie (similar)