I've been sitting here at work for four hours, forcing myself to focus on work, thinking, "At 12:30 I'm going to go practice and work on composition. Three more hours ... two more hours ... 45 more minutes ..."
Then the nice people at work asked me if I wanted to go to lunch with them. I said no. I told them I needed to go practice piano. I said I needed to go.
Now, if I were a conservatory student or a professional musician, that would be one thing. Then I would have to practice. But I'm just a Cubicle Dweller. No one is making me do this. There is no deadline hovering the near future. There are no recitals planned, ever. I don't need to practice.
I think I'm probably rude and unfriendly because, well, even though I don't need to practice ... I still choose piano over socializing with my fellow Cubicle Dwellers nearly every single day.
I'll try to be more social in the future. Because I like the people at work. I just live for my lunch-hour practice sessions. That's all.