I Just Want To Stay Home

I’m not tired. I’m not depressed. I just don’t want to go out and do a bunch of stuff with people. 

Why is wanting to stay home a bad thing?

At some point, it became taboo to want to stay home in your comfy clothes and hang out. You’re supposed to want to go and do things. With lots of people. Spend time with friends hanging out, going to concerts on the square, eating weird food, and whatnot. 

But I don’t want to do any of that. I spent years getting my house exactly how I want it. I have an awesome backyard with a really great pool. 

I just want to stay home.

My computer chair is perfectly molded to my butt, and my couch is the perfect distance from my my kick ass tv. (That I can pause when I need to so I don’t miss very important scenes in crazy long movies thankyouverymuch.) 

I can order takeout and have it dropped off at my front door without ever having to take my hair out of a bun. 

Why would I go to a restaurant where I have to wait an hour on a table. Standing awkwardly around the hostess station trying not to make eye contact with the girl in charge of the list? 

I love my house. I love the people in it. In fact, I am completely in charge of every single person I run into here. No awkward conversations with people I haven’t seen in a long time, no dealing with cashiers that hate their jobs, just me, my family and the people we love. 

I spend a lot of time in my house. And if I could I would spend even more. Why isn’t that okay? Why do we feel obligated to leave our houses all the time? 

I’m done. From now on, I won’t go to a dinner I don’t want to attend. I won’t sit awkwardly around at a coffee shop staring at people I don’t really want to hang out with it pretending to have small talk. 

From now on, I’m going out on my terms only. No more feeling obligated to do anything else. 

If you need me, I’ll be the one in cute casual wear and a messy bun. But be warned, there’s only a 50/50 chance I’ll open the door.