Embracing borderline agoraphobia
Not going to really plan on going out anymore, where "going out" means venturing into bars. It makes me into an clingy, anxious weirdo and drinking anything more than a glass of wine with dinner makes me depressed for at least a couple of days afterward. In my previous life it was fun, but now it's plainly not worth it. I kind of want to move to someplace like Alaska where my various social deficiencies have not already caused me a lot of embarrassment, as ridiculous as that thought is.