Call it the curse of the only child but I need my space.
I have yet to master moderation. My OCD tendencies have me fluctuation from stints of insane busyness when I can't stand to be alone and I want to be home even less to spurts on mandatory quiet. This is usually when I get in trouble for ignoring voicemails for weeks at a time, hunkering down in my apartment like a hermit, and by all accounts, falling off the face of the earth.
I know that I am not unique in this need for personal time, it is just that when it hits, it hits so hard that the thought of having to go out makes me ill.
I am entering a quiet phase. I have done little this week other than be a homebody and surprisingly, I still have no desire to socialize.
Luckily, I have friends who understand and hopefully when this anti-social phase ends, there will be tons of busyness, waiting for me where I let off.