hermit vs. "woods queer" a delicate balance

I moved to N GA to change the pace of my life. The ATL was really just more stimulation than I desired. At least, too much of an undesired sort of stimulation. None the less, I lived an urban lifestyle for so long sometimes I need to remind myself that I craved this decreased speed. Recently I am shocked by what I really miss. 


The novelty of being a hermit has worn a bit thin. This summer I absolutely savored thinking of a  friend, considering making plans (even indulging in thinking up a potential scenario in my head) and then not calling. I wrapped myself in my solitude like a cocoon, a blanket (literally wrapping myself in a blanket would have been only momentarily comforting as the doublewide would usually get up into the mid 90's). I broke from the chains of social obligation for the first time in my adult life!


But now I think I want them back... a little... for a while. Maybe something like a delicate sterling chain from Italy? 
I need thai food, I need sarcasm and irony tinged conversation, I need to witness something weird, like an art car, and I need live music.


The flip side is that while I was in this fuzzy-wuzzy-womb-room phase I got a little "woods queer" (woods' queer?) as my adopted kin in Bloomsville would say. When I first heard it said I never imagined that I would relate to this concept. 
The universe promptly provided deep understanding. Por ejemplo*: I was invited to a bridal shower for a lovely sweet girl that I grew up with. I wasn't going to miss it. At the same time I had sort of forgetten how to dress/act at this sort of function. Despite having been through to many; my own, those of friends and even attending some etiquette classes (because my mom was a debutant and I'm southern out the ying-yang). 
Somehow I cobbled together an outfit that I thought would cut the mustard, only to arrive feeling my outfit was visibly under accessorized. Feeling that middle school awkwardness. I made a few lame jokes and blurted a few over-shares. I actually cringed at myself, internally. Like a cast iron frying pan to the side of the head I realized I was already woods queer. 


So now I have to find some balance. I'm reading a lot. I'm watching all sorts of culture type things on the internet. I'm calling friends in other states. 
Maybe this blog will help too? Time will tell. 


*I googled the spelling of ejemplo (because I'm a horrible speller and rely heavily on spell check, mine doesn't check spanish) and I totally spelled it right, first try. Self high five me!**


**Self high five is a move I made up where I hold my left hand up, stiff and still, like it is someone else's hand waiting for a five, and enthusiastically and animatedly high five with my right hand. Sometimes I even say "yeah!" or "uhhhn!"...out loud.