Oh the joys of anti-social life. More than others, we introverts value our privacy. But don’t worry, it’s not as depressing as it looks.
Google ‘Introvert’ and you’re simply informed that this is someone who is shy and antisocial. I wouldn’t say this is a bad definition… Just a very broad one. Yes introverts can be shy, but not always. And yes they can be anti-social, but once again: not always.
‘Contrary to popular belief, not all introverts are shy. Some may have great social lives and love talking to their friends but just need some to be ‘alone’ to recharge afterwards.’ – Urban Dictionary
That is me. Spot on. I could not have said it better myself! I love going out and socialising don’t get me wrong, but oh my does it get exhausting. There is literally only so much socialising I can’t take before I need to retreat to my house and revive. This is when the appeal of fellow humans begin to shrink in comparison to the allure of watching movies and reading books all on my lonesome.
Throughout my high school years, my fellow classmates were sneaking out to parties every weekend. Living the teenage dream. Not me however. It’s not that I wasn’t allowed, my parents were pretty cool. It’s more that I just didn’t feel like it. Binge watching 2 Broke Girls and stuffing my face with junk food sounded way better. Imagine the irony: a teenager is blessed with two understanding and permitting parents, but this teenager doesn’t care about parties anyway? I socialised at school. That was quite enough.
Now that I have plunged into adulthood, I am not forced to see other humans five days a week. Surprisingly though, this means I’m a little lonely… It’s all down to me now and I must say, I’m kinda failing. The friends are there. They exist. But picking up the phone and saying ‘hey, let’s go grab some lunch and catch up’ usually feels like more of a chore.
Sometimes I get lucky though. I’ll get a text from a friend telling me I have no choice but to go visit them. Seventy percent of the time I do. But if they want to hangout again the next day that’s not going to happen. What? I need my space…
I’m one of those people who will be having a great conversation with a friend until they insist that I go hangout with them soon. This fills me with dread a little. ‘Yeah… Sounds great…’ I say. But really I’m thinking: ‘oh god, I don’t think I have the energy for that.’ I am quickly engulfed in the intense hope that they will forget that we have spoken of this and not invite me over later. Oh and don’t even get me started on sleepovers. Hate ’em.
So yeah, that is my social life in a nutshell. But I embrace the life of an introvert. It may be a lonely life, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.