This year, for the first time, I hung Christmas lights on my door. Also for the first time, I threw a dinner party. Later today, I’ll be throwing a New Year’s Eve party.
The lights look good. The dinner party went well. The party most likely will go well.
For 20 years, people seemed to be mostly stupid, cruel, and amoral, and I had no desire to do any of the things those kinds of people found fun.
But gradually, though, I’ve come to realize that there are quite a few people out there who are decent and interesting, and who it’d be nice to hang out with. And also that the only way to be around them, and find more of them, is to get myself out there. So I’m attending parties. And throwing them.
And hanging Christmas lights.
A small step, sure, but it’s mine. And it feels good.