I am an introvert.
I mean, if you couldn't have figured that out after years of blogging --and enjoying the fact that less than 50 people read the blog regularly-- that I'm an introvert, well, I'm sorry to disappoint you that I'm not an extrovert.
After 30 years of marriage, my wife has figured out that just leaving me to do my thing in the evening, with me occasionally popping into the TV room to see what she's watching, is the way for us to operate. Sure, I play board games with her and I have some occasional RPG games with a game group, but my hobbies tend to not be of the face-to-face variety.
So, in honor of all of us introverts, here you go...
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| Yes, this is me at parties. While I can interact with people well enough, my brain is freaking out the entire time. From Thisismyrandomlife via The Minds Journal. |
| This is me to a 'T'. I had an awkward interaction last week and I simply.cant.stop.thinking.about.it. From Thunder Dungeon and X. |
| Yep. I'm not fond of spontaneity. In my experience, things get awkward far more often than not. The plot of Martin Scorsese's After Hours is pretty much why I would never go and embrace spontaneity. From The Minds Journal. |
| Yes. This. From Sarah Andersen. |

OH MY GOD this is all me and what’s worse is my husband is even a little worse. I think we only got together cause we worked together for a while so it seemed normal.
ReplyDeleteThese are my people. And then I worry about every interaction at four in the morning. The ONLY way I don’t freak out is if another person approaches with a dog. If the other human has a dog then I’m okay. What a nut. And I don’t mind public speaking cause there’s no interaction. Sheeeeessssshhhh. Ancient