Socializing, ugh. This weekend was very social for me. I had something to do Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night, and they all took place outside of the comfort of my apartment. It was fun, but exhausting.
Tonight I have plans outside of my apartment as well. Which I’m excited about, because it involves friends and food. But because I’ve been out so much the past few nights, in order to not feel like I’m losing my mind I need to remind myself of simpler times. Of times when I was being a big introvert and loving every minute of it.
- Pretty much every time I told a friend I wasn’t feeling well, which is code for, “I’m feeling fine, but if we hang out tonight I will not feel fine. So, we’re not hanging out.”
- There was a Saturday, roughly two years or so ago, when I had a fuck it day, and turned off my phone. Then I made a pot of macaroni and cheese, turned on the Lifetime Movie Network, and painted. I took out a big canvas with all of my brushes, and I just painted, with Lifetime in the background, and I’d occasionally take mac ‘n cheese breaks. That was one of my favorite days.
- When I was going to USC for my master’s degree, and I found this one little nook that no one seemed to know about in the film school. I would hole up there for hours, just grading papers or writing, and no one was ever able to find me.
- In New York, at least once every weekend I would pop in my iPod, and walk for about an hour or two by myself. I wouldn’t talk to anyone, I would just walk and be with my thoughts and my iPod. That was delicious.
- HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, then there was that summer when I lived on my grandparents ranch in one of their cabins all on my own. Every day was Christmas!
- I think that whenever E and I go to Big Bear, that’s basically like an introvert field trip to a place much calmer than Los Angeles. Bless Big Bear.
- I’ve always been a little bit addicted to going to a party, and leaving pretty early into it, before it’s socially acceptable to do so. There’s an introvert high there that’s fairly undeniable.
- On the whole, any time I go for a run or hike with E, that feels like quality introvert time.
- When I need a space to call my own at work, and I’m able to go in one of our conference rooms (but in particular, my favorite spot: the green room) and just sort of… ZONE THE EFF OUT. That feels quite nice.
- Oh, and my daily dose of introvert heaven when I wake up early in the morning (like right now), plop myself on the couch, and write.
OK, yes, now I feel much better about going out tonight, because I know that more introvert times await me.