I stayed up for hours playing music I learned as a kid. It felt so good and familiar, like trading stories with an old friend.
Especially ones with slides.
Contrary to friends’ belief, I’m no extrovert. I have many friends but few I would call close, I don’t open up easily, and most of all, I enjoy being on my own, especially at home. Unfortunately for my roommate, who yearns for conversation, I actually have to put in effort to make myself talk. It’s not that I’m shy- in public I’m extroverted to the point that I embarrass company. It’s just that constantly being around people drains me just as much as I love it. I need time on my own in order to function properly. I cherish nights like these when I get to relax with a good book and assess life and priorities. It’s how I reenergize.