I am without a doubt, an introvert. Don’t get me wrong, I love people. I love my family and close friends, I love being around my niece and spending time with her, but I also LOVE being alone. I have been this way as long as I can remember. I long for my “me time” and desperately need it to survive.
I don’t do well in social situations. I am probably the most awkward person you will meet when I am around a big group of people. I try not to be, but I get all nervous and feel like I can’t connect. I cannot make small talk to save my life. I start feeling weird and I can feel myself draw back and then I am ready to leave. I guess I have some social anxiety mixed in as well.
Having “me time” is the only way I survive the day. As part of my job, I have to be around people and talk. It may sound silly to some, but for me, it’s exhausting. I love my job, but at the end of the day, I am ready to be home and alone for a while. Nothing makes me happier than to walk in the house, curl up in my bed and get out a good book to read.
I am my happiest when I am reading. Give me a book and a comfy place to read and I can escape for hours. I need this to be able to function. There is no anxiety when I read. I know it may sound silly to some, but to me, this is how I fill my world with friends. I really get into the books and when they are over, I kinda get a little sad.
If you are an introvert, don’t feel like you are alone. There are plenty of us out there and we know how it feels. Sometimes I feel like people think I’m being rude because I keep declining on girls night out, or to go out somewhere, but it’s just too much for me sometimes. My close friends and my family are great. They will ask me if I want to do something and if I just need to be alone, they don’t push me. They understand who I am and know that I love them.