“Basically, an introvert is a person who is energized by being alone and whose energy is drained by being around other people.”
It’s been ten days since I’ve been alone, existed in a space by myself… I feel like I might implode. I’m grumpy and cranky and irritated.
It’s difficult to tell people you consider yourself an introvert when you talk too much, when you’re loud and wear bright colours and have a tendency to run around at social events wearing ridiculous things and manifesting everything that’s annoying about people with short attention spans.
But being ‘introverted’ doesn’t necessarily mean you’re shy or quiet. It can just mean you need time to… decompress.
I need silence. I need an extended period of not hearing the word ‘Mum’. I need my house to myself. I need to paint my fingernails, clean my bathroom, sing loudly to bad music. Even my cats are p*ssing me off. I hate feeling rattled and out of sorts like this.
It will pass. Two children, exuberantly high and excruciatingly loud, on a high of cheap chocolate and very little sleep…
Thank goodness they’re both back at their respective day-time establishments tomorrow.
This is the very tip of parental harassment, anyway.
School holidays… they’re coming. May God have mercy on us all.