peeking out

I am still here.


As a matter of fact, I am on my bed, under a pile of blankets. It is somewhat chilly here and I'm having a case of The Saturdays. On Saturdays, I don't like to leave the comfort of this fluffy pile. As a matter of fact, it rarely seems like a good idea on any morning of the week. 
I like it here.


I've felt like this a lot lately...like I don't want to leave the comfort of my burrow. Even before the temperatures began to drop, I was turning inward. Several social events in a row sent me into an exhausted weekend and then the Internet began to have the same effect on me. I would log on and find myself scrambling to log off, jump under my covers and take a snooze.


What was happening, you might ask? Nothing out of the ordinary. No, I don't have a disorder and I don't have a phobia. I'm an introvert.


Something you may not expect is that those social events I mentioned were actually quite enjoyable. I signed up, RSVPd, showed up, stayed late, all because it was something I wanted to do. Nobody made me go. And while I was there, I visited, participated, introduced myself and laughed. I was not frozen with shyness or crippled with fear.


 But the moment I left, the moment my dad pulled up and opened the door and I slid into my shotgun seat, I melted into a puddle of utter exhaustion. I didn't want to talk or think. I didn't want to go anywhere for a week. I wanted to hibernate.


And when I would pop open my laptop and accomplish a few things, I would close it and think that I didn't want to read another article or blog post all Winter. I didn't want to see another tweet or Facebook status, watch another Youtube video or view another Hipstamatic upload until the wildflowers bloomed. Seriously.


So I hibernated for a while and I'm out again now to stretch my legs (because really-it isn't all bad) but while I'm here, I wanted to talk about the reason behind my running away. I wanted to tell a bit about what it's like to be an introvert so that extroverts can understand and my kindred spirits can shake the shame and learn to be comfortable with their personality type.


Because that's what it is-a personality. A gift from God, woven into your nature. Not an issue, not a disorder, not a result of your upbringing. 


Next up: What I Want You To Know About Being An Introvert + links
(ahem...title pending.)


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