I like to think of myself as a super outgoing person with a big bright personality. In reality, I love being home, in my comfy clothes, binge watching serial killer documentaries. When first meeting me, I am shy and quiet. I try to be open and engage in conversation, but I would be much more comfortable just sitting back and listening than contributing. I am loud by nature, that’s the New Orleans in me, and I can hold my own when in a situation that calls for it.
Social Distancing, yes please:
When we were told to stay home, my inner introvert rejoiced. Stay home and avoid people, I can do that. I have been preparing for this forever. Fast forward to being home for a week, and I am ready to claw my eyeballs out. Wait a minute, this is my dream, be home all the time and not have to interact with anyone. But is that really what I want? I sure thought it is what I wanted but now I am not so sure.
Maybe I am not an Introvert:
Webster’s Dictionary’s definition for an Introvert is a reserved or shy person who enjoys spending time alone. While I do enjoy my alone time, the thought of being forced into isolation has made me rethink that notion. Maybe I am not an introvert after all, maybe I just like being alone sometimes. This had me start a mental list of all the things I miss about life before the quarantine.
- Day to day interaction with my coworkers.
- Routine – driving to work, starting my day.
- Putting makeup on, not sure why I miss this, but I do.
- Putting clothes on other than Lulus & tank tops.
- A clean house – let’s be honest, the maniacs have done destroyed everything in your home by now (in my attitude voice that only my child is blessed with hearing, oh and my significant other).
- No fear, I would leave my house without a care in the world, now I am paranoid to touch people, or things.
- My dog getting excited to see me when I come home from work, now she just sits next to me on the couch giving me the side eye.
- Being able to go out and eat with friends and family, I used to sort of dread this but now I want to do it, because I can’t.