Wish I could keep up with my friends...

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Last night, I went to hang out at my friends' apartment, drinking, listening to music, shooting the breeze, etc. One friend invites me to crash the night and go with her to hang out at her folks' house in the morning. I happily agreed. Then people went to sleep and I did not. Besides having a developing hangover, I do not do well sleeping over other people's houses. I need my bed, or at least my pillow.
I was so tired in the morning that I had to back out at the last minute and go home. I feel bad about that, really. Granted, meeting other people's parents always terrifies me.
How can people drink themselves silly, and then get up early the next day and go on like, day trips and stuff, whereas I need to always recover in my own bed? Even if there's no alcohol involved, people can just keep going and going. I don't get it.

I think its a combination of sensory overload and social anxiety. I have enough trouble relaxing and going to sleep in my own comfortable space, in someone elses' space, I'm hyperaware that its not mine - not only is my stuff not here, everything's in the wrong place and there are people present who might judge me if I do anything they deem odd. Sleep is simply not an option.

Even hotel rooms in their bland sameness are uncomfortable for the same reasons, but at least traveling you have some of your own things with you, and (hopefully) some privacy. But the subliminal stress of such a situation drains me so much that having energy for popping out of bed the next morning and participating in a flurry of further activity and socialization is just too much. Time to go home and hide in my room for a few days.

And why would I want to meet anyone's family? Just because one individual is my friend, doesn't mean I have any interest in bonding with their family - I barely interact with my own family.

Willard stole the words right off of my keyboard.. I feel exactly the same way.

I have found that listening to music with headphones on helps a great deal at relaxing me enough to pretend to feel rested. Even when I have people at my place I find it weird ad awkward.

Ah, what fun.

It's wonderful to sit here and read these ...and realize there are people so much like me out there.

In my twenties sure I would go out with friends now and then and all of us sleep in their living room after the club closed, but I've ALWAYS had a very shaky relationship with sleep [I had thought that was a consequence of trauma which I had as an infant].

In recent times, when I was dating my now husband, my child's babysitter wanted us to go with her and her fiance to a hotel so we could go drink and dance, sleep there, and swim all day the next day. I said no because I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep most of the night and would feel like a wreck that following day.