So, as many of you know, my roommate's been out of town for a bit now. Her total absence will be 10 days. While, yes, it's been nice having the place to myself for an extended time, there are certain things that I've learned; or at least had reiterated.

I really shouldn't live alone.
Really, I shouldn't. Though I may lean towards introvert tendencies, I really need to be around people. I know a lot of that has to do with gas right now, but in the long run I just need to be around someone. Even for a few minutes.

While, yes, I can "enjoy the silence" (hey, I'm an only child, I do this well), I can't do this for too long a period.

I'm not a person to go out and seek company
I'm just not. I tried. I failed. I didn't try anymore. Not for feeling like a failure, but just not being the type to go out and try seeking people a lot. This is something I really need to work on. It just didn't work too well over the past few days.

On the other hand, I did get to go to a party, which was great since I got to see a lot of people I like there.

And puppies. Can't forget the puppies.

I'm not a talkative person in big groups
In the aforementioned party, I didn't say a lot when I was in a larger group. However, as the night wore on and I was sitting in a group of 3 or 4 around the dinner table, I opened up more. The group tended to change like the topics, but I still talked more then. Not something I can really explain other than I feel a little more comfortable. Or at least enough to talk more. And that's not to say I didn't feel comfortable around everyone else because, believe me, I feel WAY comfortable around them. I just work better in small groups. Someday, I'll do better in a bigger group. I just have to work up to that.