I love people.
As an extrovert, social situations allow me to recharge and confirm my existence. In other words, the longer I am isolated, the more frequent disassociation and general ‘down in the dump’ vibe happens.
And you may be thinking,
“The holiday season is perfect for you! Filled with obnoxious aunts slyly commenting on your figure whilst theirs is of a bleach bottle and an endless stream of little cousins asking if you have games on your phone, it is an extroverts’ paradise!”
I really wish I did have that.
My sister is on a tropical cruise island hopping, my mum is getting that bread and all of my friends are doing Christmas-y things with their family.
Which leaves me to be a dishevelled dog lady. I eat underripe nectarines and watch Friendly Jordies videos whilst my dogs play chaotically, emitting sounds close to that as their distant relative, the bear. For hours on end. Every day.
Which isn’t that bad, I guess. It might even sound like fun if you’re an introvert!
But alas, I am a people person. And weirdly enough, I feel guilty for not enjoying this lonely adventure.
In my humble extroverted opinion, it is looked down upon if you’re constantly not enjoying solitude, as if being able to withstand solitary confinement deserves a Congressional Medal of Honour.
We’re constantly being bombarded with the idea that all of our history’s Greats, our visionaries and creators, were serial introverts who hissed at the sight of a human.
In most cases, they fail to mention the extroverts, who carried their ideas and concepts, through discussion and social situations. Extroverts make the introverts known.
And I’m sure there are many great extroverted visionaries and creators who are often cast aside because they don’t fit the ‘emo loner’ aesthetic, thus not meeting the mark for a Burton creation.
I am content with myself. I’m a pretty cool person to hang out with and I’m not scared to be alone.
But I don’t always want to be by myself.
I want to be going on adventures with people, strangers and the closest of friends, touring through jungles or foreign cities.
I want to be staying up until shocking hours, debating and discussing, comparing and contrasting with a fellow human.
I want to lay on the beach, tanning alongside a galfriend, just being content with being next to each other, and activating Hot Girl Summer mode.
I want to go to concerts, many of them, and scream to my core out with the masses, all in love with the same thing.
Is it a crime to long for another? Absolutely not.
Does it, at times, feel like one? Absolutely.
To a group not commonly addressed, my lonely extroverts, I understand you. You love a crowd and just haven’t found the right one yet.
I’m having fun. I just wish there was someone here right here, right now to share this moment with.
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