It didn't help that I was exhausted after a day that was more difficult than it had to be, but I felt the potential to be mean welling up in me. And I saw that that was a bad sign. Solution: cocoon, interact not by talking by voice (where I felt I stood a great chance of being unfiltered and jerk-y) but by typing on my online haunts, and preparing for sleep. Which then had such dream imagery as me leaving dirty dishes in...no. Not telling.
After this morning's escapade, I continued to be by myself. But then I braved getting out around people. This was good, and stayed good: I was getting along with people! This happened at Sellwood Park, some blocks north of the Sellwood Bridge and an easy bus ride from my place, where my fellow fans of The Rick Emerson Show had a meet-up.
(To be careful, I first did reconnaisance and found where the meet-up was, then sat nearby, first reading and then putting my head down for some minutes. I'm less anti-social when I'm more rested.)
This was good. I met neat people, reconnected with friends, gave Rick a gift that he approved of (two plush dolls of members of KISS that I'd bought cheap last month at the PDX Yar "YARdsale") and had good picnic food. Was there for hours, and those were satisfying hours. I'm glad I felt ready to be around people by then.
Don't be mean. If you can help it. This is Loads Of Advice By Chris Walsh. (Or I guess I could've just quoted Wil Wheaton: "Don't Be A Dick!")