I have no social anxiety, and I genuinely enjoy meeting new people, or talking to small groups of friends. but I need my alone time, and that isn't up for debate- it's a genuine need. Took me longer than I'd like to admit to realize that.
Whether this is the natural result of just getting older, or a sea change in general society as the less-social of us find ways to connect anyway, I am not sure. I do think it's a little of both.
It's cool for me. I'm not shy. I love standing in front of a room and teaching. I'll happy go do social things. And if I do too many in a row, I get completely exhausted. First comes an overwhelming urge to sleep, followed by a strong desire to stay home with my dogs and a book and just read in silence.
15 years ago, living in University dorms, it was the same thing, but instead of having a framework to describe it, I had to make excuses to have alone time. Sunday was perfect for that... Sometimes there was a real hangover, and sometimes there wasn't, but it was always a good reason to chill out solo.
There are vast swaths of identity people used to diversely discuss, that are now either completely off limits for discussion or only one extreme view is currently permitted. We are witnessing the death of multiculturalism, where the only "multi" allowed anymore in public is extroversion vs introversion.