Now I'm pretty equaled out. I LOOOOVE my ALONE time. A good book, a bowl of popcorn, no one around, some quiet music in the background...Ahhhh.
Then there is the me that shows up somewhere. I walk in the room of a party, and people proclaim "Partyman's here". Put me in a group of people, I almost always feed off the energy.
Whats funny is, I never really know what "me" is going to show up somewhere. I can go to a party expecting to be wound up and bouncing off the wall, and I end up being kind of average. THEN I can go to a party and feel kind of sub-dude and I end up being the life of the party.
At 48 you'd think I'd understand ME better. Heck, I spend less time trying to figure me out, and just go with which ever me is around at the time.
Sounds pretty reasonable to me.