Earlier this evening, I was talking with a friend about my state of mind. I made the comment that “I’m having an introverted week”. I’ve never used this phrase before, but it fits so perfectly. It’s really so unfortunate that my introverted tendencies would flare up in a season filled with parties and events. Or perhaps I am introverting in direct correlation with the onset of so many activities and large gatherings.
I’m about 75% positive that I use up all my social skills in the classroom and interacting with others at work all day that by the time I get home, I’ve used it all up.
Whatever the reason…I’m in a (hopefully short) season of wanting little more than to come home to pajamas, unhealthy foods, and episode binges of House, Gilmore Girls, and/or Chopped (viewing selection are dependent upon the daily mood).
I know there are plenty of people who just don’t get it. I don’t get it much myself. I wish I could find it in me to go out for girls night or to the youth worker Christmas party. But ugh. It’s not the least bit appealing.
I’m in a season of one-on-one. I want to go for coffee with a friend. Or the movies (we don’t have to talk). Or for coffee. ( I like coffee.) One friend (or two, at the most) at a time. That’s about all I can handle. But who knows? Perhaps tomorrow I’ll feel differently. You never know.
In the meantime, I found this graphic to be quite accurate in what it would look like to love an introvert. For me, it’s spot on. (Caveat: It’s very hard for me to post this graphic in light of the MANY grammatical errors. Especially the fact that #7 and #6 are out of order. That is all. Carry on.)