Why is it that at 47, I love my own space and solitude but feel the need to be making plans with friends and socialising?

Why do I choose not to go out then scroll through social media feeling like I've been left out?!

I don't want to go out, but I feel like I'm living my life all arse about face and am destined to fail! (In reality, I'm writing my second novel and its my favourite thing to do!)

Is it because social media tells me to go out all the time?

I'm happily married with two dogs and we have penty of friends. We just don't socialise that much anymore!

Can anyone explain this for me? xx