Because every Monday they ask "Hey, how was your weekend?"  and after three, four Mondays in a row of answering something on the lines of "It was great! Just chilling at home and watching movies all day."  it slowly turns into excuses for why you couldn't leave the house, like "I had to spring-clean the entire weekend!"  and eventually, outright lies like "Yeah it was all right. We went to the national park and ended up stuck in traffic for hours."  just so it seems like you've had a fun weekend according to your colleagues' standards of "fun".

But here's the thing.

I have fun doing nothing all day. Just reading a book. Writing. Drawing. Watching movies.

After five days of going to the office, socialising with colleagues, gossiping over our lunch hour (and pretty much throughout the day), I like to be able to spend two days just by myself.

And the boyfriend. We're in a long-distance relationship while he finishes his master's degree abroad, and we pretty much spend every non-work hour and weekend on skype or facetime. He is my best friend and basically the only human I never tire of being in the presence of 24/7.

I like to spend my weekends catching up with him. 

And it gets tiring that I have to make excuses and tiny white lies just so people don't feel bad for me and start inviting me out to weekend trips or (God forbid!) sleepovers. And then I'd have to make up excuse after excuse for why I can't go, and then they'll think I hate them. FML.