I made a meme about the introvert/extrovert divide. It's a real thing. In recent years, I've learned I'm an ambivert. That means I can be extremely social, but when it's time to recharge I like to be alone.
When I'm down or depleted, I tend to avoid social occasions. Give me a bed, a fan and a book and I'm in hog heaven. A nap or a wee binge-watching is also likely to be on the menu, as is writing.
Sometimes, though, I'm wrong. Some people take energy. Some people give energy. The healthiest of people are those who know how to find a balance and engage in an uplifting exchange. So despite my tendency towards introversion, sometimes seeing or talking to or even just texting a friend can give me energy. .
Or, as I often find when I push through my social reticence, something good happens. The momentary fatigue sending me into insecure/retreat mode passes with a cup of coffee or a change in the wind.
I have actually written two epigrams about my interpersonal ambivalence:
Epigram: #1
"I'm an extroverted introvert, a jumpy jack-in-the-box—
a parrot that you think is dead, until it begins to squawk."
#Epigram #2
"I like to party, if you know what I mean.
But mostly I stay home, to read and to clean."
Can anyone relate?
—Sarah Torribio
