According to most psychologists, humans are inherently social creatures; contact with others isn’t just a want—it’s a need. Deprived of it, people’s physical and mental health tends to decline. But the nocturnal people I spoke with feel they don’t need much interaction at all. “I’ve tried to hold down day jobs, but I couldn’t handle waking up early, rushing to work, and most of all just … being around people all the time,” Chris Hengen, a 26-year-old nighttime security guard living in Spokane Valley, Washington, told me via email. (He didn’t feel comfortable talking on the phone.) “I don’t have any ill will towards people, it’s just exhausting to me.” John Young, a 41-year-old network engineer living in Hammonton, New Jersey, told me he’s “more than happy” living a fairly solitary life. Young has worked night shifts on and off since the late 1990s; he prefers the peace of night, but that preference is sometimes mistaken for social anxiety or depression. In fact, he told me, he’s an introvert and this is just how he likes things. And many others I spoke with had similar reasoning.
Hey! They’re talking about me!
Exactly as noted, I don’t really mind social interaction per se, and actually quite enjoy it in small doses. I just find it to be exhausting - as if I’m surrounded by spiritual vampires who just want to feed on my carefully husbanded energy (which to some degree is exactly what I think it really is, but that’s fodder for another post).
I much MUCH prefer being entirely solitary, and especially in the middle of the night, when it’s just me and the moon and the stars and the owls and the crickets and the whip-poor-wills.
Had to look up what a whip poor will was. Gonna leave this here for anyone else who hasn’t heard of them. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eastern_whip-poor-will