Being an introvert has its ups and downs. Lately, I've found it to have more downs than ups. Sometimes, I wish I could be more like my hubby who has never met a stranger.
It's a pretty lonely existence. But then again, being an introvert means that 90% of the time, I'd much rather be alone. I can read, write, just enjoy the solitude. Not feel any obligations or guilt in not calling anyone back, etc.
That other 10% is very powerful, though. It's hard enough to make friends as an adult. That other 10% wants to have people to meet up with for brunch, or call to come over and watch Walking Dead and eat popcorn. That other 10% is desperate for one-on-one girl time where you can talk about anything and everything over coffee, or margaritas at happy hour.
I'm tired of being The Quiet Girl Who Keeps to Herself. [Clearly, I drew the short straw when they were giving out Native American names. Just a joke, don't sue me, people.]
Seriously, though. I'll never be the life of the party. Well, at least not while I'm sober. Ha. But I want to be more open to new connections, new people, new experiences. I know it's a bit early for resolutions, but I'm going to work on this.
So, won't you join me on my Extroversion Excursion? [You like that? Just pulled that one from the buttockal region. You're welcome.]
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