I’ve known since a relatively young age that I’m an introvert. But the word has all new meaning, the older I get. When I was younger, I was an introvert because I liked to read, I didn’t mind being alone, and I was shy in group situations. Now? It’s kind of like all that on crack.
The problem is that, in general, society doesn’t know what to make of introverts. Are they stuck up? Are they depressed? Are they anti-social to the point of becoming crazy cat ladies? The reality is that all of those are either grand exaggerations or simply false.
The bottom line is that, as an introvert, I cherish my time alone. And alone can and often does include other people. Sure, it’s mostly ONE other person at a time, but it’s still very much low key. Crowd situations cause anxiety for introverts. There is too much stimulation and our brains can’t deal with it.
The best explanation for how introverts function came from a post called Ten Myths About Introverts. So true! I like people, but I like them in small doses. And I like my space.
Right now, my space is my home. That’s my sanctuary. The problem comes from people, often family, who have the “we’ll just pack in! It’ll be cozy and fun!” For me, however, hosting a lot of guests at my home turns it from a sanctuary into a prison. One at a time is fine, mostly if there are rooms to go around (which ere aren’t really these days… Someday we’ll have a guest room!). But people crashing on couches and the floor and ohmygodithinkimgoingtocry. I just don’t do that very well
And I wish I did! It’d be so much easier if I could just relax about such things. Give in to the chaos and pick up the pieces later. I’ve tried, on several occasions. And it’s always ended in me feeling stressed beyond all belief. I wish I could be more of an extrovert sometimes. It’d make life a whole lot easier.
Just try explaining all of this to people who don’t get it. To family. Without hurting any feelings. Yeah, kinda impossible.
Then again, there are some things about being an introvert that I just love. The quiet, the calm, the comfortable… It’s like wrapping up in a big cozy blanket in front of the fire. And when I do subject myself to the crowds (which I do regularly), it’s utterly delightful to come back home to my sanctuary and just unwind. Process the day in my own way and time. Decompress, with or without a glass of wine.
Ahhh… That sounds like heaven to me!