Today, I can’t figure myself out. And by today, I mean the entire summer.

I’m a pretty social guy. I wouldn’t go so far as to call me a social butterfly, but I’m far from a wallflower. I like to meet new people and see new places, and I’m totally a social drinker. But recently, I seem to be embracing my alone time.

And by embracing my alone time, I mean that’s just about all I do. I wake up in the morning, shower, and cook my usual three eggs on whole wheat bread. I watch an episode of something-or-other on Netflix. If it’s not an off day, I ready my exercise gear and head out the door for a few hours of roasting under the hot Texas sun. When I’m done, I watch some more something-or-other on Netflix. I’ll probably play a video game at some point, you know, if I’m in the mood to slay some newbs and whatnot. Come evening, I’ll fix myself some dinner, watch a movie, and pass out around midnight.

The only human contact I have throughout the day is with my roommate, who’s only here at night. Sure, I text and talk on the phone off and on, but that’s about it. If I’m invited to do something, I usually turn it down. If I don’t immediately say no, I think about it for a few hours and say no. Rarely, I’ll actually agree to some hang-out time. This is the exact opposite of how I was six months ago, and I can’t figure out why.

Normally, I wouldn’t give any numbers of shits. But my friends are starting to make me feel bad about it, and that’s starting to get me thinking. Is this just another phase, or what?