I Hate Going Out

I don't know why I was chosen to be one of those people who go straight from their teens to their mid-thirties mentally, but I am. 

I hate going out. I use to make excuses about not going to clubs during my last two years of college. I told people that I'd "partied too hard my senior year of high school and first year of college with my fake ID." How else could I explain being so over the club before I was even legally allowed to be in there in the first place? 

Now that I'm out of college and deep into my twenties (okay not that deep, it just feels that way), I see that my friends aren't going to catch up with me and get tired of it too. Instead of laying off partying like college students, I feel like my friends party and go out waaay more than when we were in college. 

I've always preferred smaller, less hectic environments...happy hours, kickback, etc....  I like one on one contact with people. I love music but I hate it when I'm trying to talk to someone.  I love dancing as long as I don't have to be paranoid about people sneaking up behind me trying to join in. I love looking cute but hate getting dressed up. I love people but I hate crowds. Am I asking for too much? 

Right now it's 9:12 p.m. on a Friday night. All week I told myself I was going to get out of the house this weekend and I'm sitting here at my damn laptop as if the 47 hours I've spent on it during the rest of the week wasn't enough. I just can't get myself to get up and get dressed. 

I need some motivation...