I Decided Not To Be A Hermit - Atlanta Shooters Event

I Decided Not To Be A Hermit – Atlanta Shooters Event

Since moving to Atlanta, I’ve been, well… a bit of a hermit. I’ve never been particularly great at making friends, and truth be told, I enjoy my solitude. There’s something deeply comforting about being at home, surrounded by my books, a fresh cup of coffee, and the warm, familiar presence of my pets. My most comfortable chairs are perfectly arranged in various corners of my house, each strategically placed for reading, thinking, or simply existing without the pressure of social interaction. And, most importantly, at home, I don’t have to wear pants—an underrated luxury.

But as nice as that sounds, there’s an undeniable downside to self-imposed isolation: loneliness. After spending the better part of a year holed up in my own little world, I had to admit that my social life was practically nonexistent. I wasn’t just lacking friends—I was actively avoiding situations where I could make them. And while I love my books, coffee, and pets, they aren’t exactly great at engaging in meaningful conversation.

So, when 2025 rolled around, I made a decision. This year, I would step outside my comfort zone and push myself to be more social. Specifically, I set a goal to attend at least twelve photography events—one per month. If nothing else, it would force me to interact with other people, and, with any luck, I might even make a friend or two along the way.

Fast forward to January 25th. I was mindlessly scrolling through Instagram, as one does, when I saw that Atlanta Shooters was hosting a model and photographer meetup in downtown Atlanta. The only problem? It was starting in less than an hour. Normally, this would be the perfect excuse to pass it up—I wasn’t mentally prepared, I hadn’t planned ahead, and I wasn’t even sure if I was in the mood for socializing. But something in me hesitated. Before I could talk myself out of it, I messaged Tony, the organizer, to see if there was still room for one more photographer. To my surprise, he responded almost immediately with a simple “Yeah, come on down!”

Now I had a new problem. Not only did I have to get dressed immediately—a challenge in itself—but I also had to gather all my camera gear, which was currently scattered in various states of disarray around my house. Batteries? Who knew if I had any charged. Lenses? Probably still in my backpack from my last shoot (whenever that was). Memory cards? Hopefully not still sitting in my laptop.

What followed was a frantic, last-minute scramble to throw everything into my camera bag, hoping I wasn’t forgetting something crucial. Miraculously, I managed to get my act together and rush out the door in time for the 30-minute drive into the city.

I arrived on time—something of a small miracle in itself—and found a solid turnout of both photographers and models. The energy was great. People were chatting, setting up shots, and exchanging ideas. After a brief moment of awkward hesitation (should I introduce myself first? Wait for someone to talk to me?), I took a deep breath and did what I came there to do—I started shooting.

What followed was an unexpectedly fantastic evening. I met some incredibly talented photographers, learned a few new tricks, and had the chance to work with some amazing models. More importantly, I actually enjoyed myself. It turns out that even someone as socially resistant as me can have a good time in the right setting.

And you know what? I’m glad I went. Because at the end of the day, as much as I love being a hermit, there’s something to be said for stepping outside, engaging with the world, and creating something new.

Oh, and the photos? Well, just take a look for yourself.

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