Happy Monday, all and sundry. And y’know.. happy bilk ’em for chocolates and flowers day, too – I actually got some flowers this year, and a full dozen at that! They’re sitting on my desk at home, and I think my husband can now process just how much getting them means to me. *laughs* Of course, I only got them ’cause I gave up ever expecting to receive any (tomorrow is his birthday, so he gets off the hook for most of the Valentines Day crap), but hey – can’t complain at the wafting lovely odor of roses.
Even more exciting than getting flowers after years of pouting is that I can report that my PC is now functioning again – hooray! The new graphics card was waiting for us here at the office once we got in, so I installed and road tested it after we returned from taking the tiny one for her final round of immunizations this year. In addition, I’m stealing my husband’s monitor here ’cause I’ve decided it like it better than the one I have at home, so more hooray-ness. At the very least, it might help me have slightly less headaches brought on from all the backlitness that are monitors… which, of course, I make worse for myself by dint of the fact I am in constant use of two computers for sanity and load-bearing’s sake.
That reminds me of some musing I was doing earlier on the nature of being an introvert and socialization. In my head, I was likening it to a plate of cookies, ’cause everyone likes and understands cookies. I idly imagine that my ability to give attention to other people is the equivalent of 100 cookies. Say the recommended dosage of my attention is 2 cookies; this means I can talk to about 50 people in a day. Now, I know that we all really like cookies, so y’know… some people filch an extra one, since it can’t hurt. Well, if everyone did that, then that’s 33.3333 people in a day that can be chatted to/associated with/assisted/etc – congratulations, greedy children, you’ve just robbed lots of people of attention. *chuckles*
Of course, there are several things that don’t hold up with the metaphor as that stands, or need further explanation. Firstly, in my head, it’s kind of self-explanatory that it requires people coming and taking the cookies//attention; I’m not going to run screaming after people trying to give them cookies. That’s not an introvert thing – we don’t generally attention seek. By that token, I can sort of understand that, even if I’m offering tasty cookies, an extrovert isn’t going to understand someone needing people to come to them rather than the other way around; I/we don’t operate in broadcast mode (says the girl with two Twitters, ha ha)! I can even understand why not being in constant broadcast mode makes people think that my kind are stuck-up, overly formal, etc – between the children coming up now having been told that everyone should worship the ground their winning feet deigns to tread upon (ha!) and me being a reticent person until I get to know someone a bit better, well…
Also, totally lost my train of thought – that’s what I get for using cookies as a metaphor, especially when I have a plate of ’em I baked up last night… what a tease! Anyhoos, more tomorrow, hopefully with a teensy more sense to it. 😉