Alone sweet alone time – how I cherish thee! My husband had a shopping errand to run, so grabbed our little one to walk her around, leaving me with a blissful hour to myself. And what do I do with my precious time? Why, I ride around Rushock Bog farming for tin, crank up some tunes in Grooveshark, and pretty much do what I would if the family was here – chill out. And now that I’ve chased off my neurotically needy cat-baby who does his best to trigger my claustrophobia, I feel sprawled out mind and body – it’s good for what ails me.
I mean, unless I start dwelling on crap and making myself sick, but I do that with people around too. *chuckles* At least I just had an epiphany on why a song I’ve been listening to a lot lately sticks with me in a meaningful way.
I guess the introspection is just more rhetorical brain-whinging about why there are some extraordinarily asshat-tastic extroverts out there who seem to presume that introverts are broken and wrong. It’s one of those things where I almost cause my poor brain to explode wondering how to explain it in a way that could be understood and accepted… only to realize that perhaps I should just accept that some people don’t want to know – they just want to presume nasty things for whatever reason. That makes me sad – I don’t have a lot of acceptance of close-mindedness (yes, kind of ironic, ha ha). I try to understand it as I try very hard to understand my friends and family; that’s part of the whole love thing, yanno? It just frustrates me when I can’t take my own self-preservation methods into account (ie – avoid people who want to think and act unkindly), and makes me wonder if there’s something else I can do for the sake of my poor own brain. Maybe I’ll figure it out someday… maybe.
For now? I’m going to get back to enjoying the heck out of being floppy and enjoying an activity that gives me pleasure. It might not be ideal for all, but it sure works for me! Whatever works for you, may your weekend also be pleasant.
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