There are only a few people who I socialize with. I'm not going to count my husband and children, because they just accept me as I am. Occasionally relatives come over, and there are several people sitting in the living room. That kind of socializing is pretty good because it's mostly other people talking, and I'm pretty comfortable with everyone. The conversation is usually about something someone read in a science magazine or an experience someone had. When my dad comes over, it's like attending an interesting lecture with the occasional amusing comment from his wife, so it's actually kind of enjoyable. If it's my in-laws, I'm not as comfortable. My mother in law is a nice person, but she goes on and on with the small talk/gossip kind of stuff, and it wears me out quickly. She stands too close, if you back away, she steps closer. So after a few minutes, I'm like, "I just have to go upstairs for a bit," and then I shut myself in my room and spend some time alone. No one has ever complained to me about it, but I can see that it might be considered a bit rude. Basically I'm fine if the focus is not on me. People on WP describe social situations that would drive me bonkers. If my family gatherings involved having to shout at baseball games or gossip about weddings, I'd want to saw my head off with a butter knife.
At this stage of my life, being a stay-at-home-mom, I'm almost never required to attend any kind of social event. But if I do have to go someplace where I'm expected to socialize with people I barely know, I think I feel very much like what b9 described. I'm not sure if anyone can tell that I feel that way, though; I don't seem to come across as anything other than aloof. When I go to pick up my kids from school, there a whole lot of parents congregating outside, and they naturally group together. I feel like they are in a world that is so different from my own, that if for some reason I needed to become one of them, I wouldn't know how. A few years ago, I signed up for a volunteer opportunity, and I had to back out at the last minute when I saw that I would have to make that transition into their world. It's not that I dislike them, or that I'm too nervous. I just don't know how to become that thing that I am not. In fact, when it's absolutely required (like in previous jobs), I act, but it's hard to keep up. I don't know if that makes sense---especially, unlike a lot of you, I've gotten through life without a single person suggesting that I might be on the spectrum. So who knows what it all means. Maybe I'm just anti-social. Or a snob.
But energized by socializing? Nope.