I am an introvert.
I’m not shy. I’m not bad with people (usually). I’m not any of the things that the general public thinks of when they think of introversion.
Introversion means that I don’t get energy from being around people. It means they drain me. I like people, I really do, but they EXHAUST ME. It’s why I prefer parties with small groups to big ones. Why I like hanging out with a couple of people instead of a bunch.
So the fact that last week I spent two days trapped in a conference room and most of the rest of it putting out fires on assorted other projects that necessitated I work with a bunch of other folks to prepare for THIS week, and then that I’m trapped three days running in a conference room all day this week has left me just wiped.
One night last week, I went to bed at 8:30.
Friday night I slept TWELVE HOURS.
When I got home from work yesterday, I should have worked out, should have written. Instead, I turned out the lights, cocooned in my snuggie, and passed out on the sofa for an hour and a half.
OMG, y’all I want my own Ganzfeld chamber. Quiet, dark, cut off sensory stimuli. Away from people.
I’m twitchy and irritable and I really want my cave with quiet, where nobody WANTS anything from me, so I can curl up with my snuggie and sleep and read for a week, possibly without saying a word.