The guys were raggin' on me about never going out of the house. (Not true. I go out sometimes. Rarely. OK.Very rarely.)
What would I be doing if I were to go out? Engaging Target employees in impromptu '80's style dance routines? Haranguing passers-by on street corners? Looking at MORE stuff?
I dunno. I like my inside world. Whenever I do go out, I have a nice time, but I'm just not into gratuitous "going out". There is plenty of time for that, I imagine, and when I'm ready, out I'll go. Until then, here I'll be.