The blandishments of a social life have the remarkable ability to seem repellant one day and seductive the next. There's a cute article in Salon about the pleasures of being a loner, which is designed more to appeal to the egos of loners than to correct the misperceptions of non-loners, who will be put off the moment the author calls them "the mob". The problem for me is that I flit back and forth between the two orientations, I'm not bisexual I'm bisocial. Sometimes I need desperately to be around people, to have camaraderie, I want clinking glasses and roaring conversation, the energy of a crowded room. Other times this possibility is anathema, my nerves would be frayed, to be trapped in a stuffy room full of idiotically braying mammals would be torture. To an extent this is normal, in a human condition sort of way, everyone has their moods, but I wish there was some middle ground or mature adaptability, with me it's seemingly an extreme form of one or the other, capriciously. What am I, a baby? How are my friends supposed to know which me is dominant on any given day? Why am I such a handful?