The extrovert to introvert ratio in the household is way out of whack. I’m the lone wolf introvert. Whaddup my introspective brethren? Put your hands in the ayer, and wave them in solidarity!
How many times in your life have you felt the need to break away from the herd, and have a few minutes to yourself to regroup and recharge? I hope I’m not the only one. It’s hella awks being the only introvert in an extroverted family. They just don’t understand. I do love them a lot though, and they bring me a great deal of joy. I’m not complaining at all, and I wouldn’t want them to be any other way.
It’s just that I am grateful for those pockets of quiet that I can take advantage of. I love those moments of stillness and calm that happen very early in the morning, or very late at night — basically anytime when everyone is sleeping. Those are the moments when I can truly hear myself think, and I can just let my mind wander where it wants to go. I can visit all of those thoughts that were only half-explored, or I can go in new directions. I don’t know. I think there is just something great about sitting and thinking about things. It’s the only time that you get to know who you are.
There is a lot of ish that happens in life. We need time to digest it, and process it. It’s not something that just happens instantaneously, but it’s something that we consciously have to work at (at least, I know I do), and so I think alone time is really important.
Forever grateful for the quiet.
Goodnight tumblr folk :)