Disclaimer: My husband and my son helped me come up with Extroverted Friend’s activities. We were out to lunch at the time and I laughed so hard that I had to fan my face and wipe my tears. The lady at the next table stared at me like she was wondering just what was in my iced tea and crab cake salad.
Whenever my extroverted friends ask me what I’m doing for the weekend, I feel like I need to lie so I don’t make them feel sorry for me. My weekends are pretty tame, which I like, while my extroverted friends have 1,253,889 things planned, most of which I have never heard of. The conversation usually goes something like this:
Extroverted Friend: So, what are you doing this weekend?
Me: Um, I think we are driving to some little town and having lunch with Heidi. No, wait. That got cancelled. Um, we might be going out to eat at some point. And I do want to write a blog, and maybe watch more episodes of Arrested Development. I’ll probably read the Sunday paper. What about you?
Extroverted Friend: Well, on Friday night we might try that new Jamaican escargot place. I think it’s called Rasta Snails, or something. You know, the place with the snail wearing dreads and a rainbow knit cap on the door? After that, we are going to walk down town for the vegan gelato food truck festival. Then, on Saturday morning we are painting guide dogs’ toenails down at the shelter. The poor things walk so much that their nails really do take a beating. We did that last year, too. We are riding our bikes there, so we will ride 50 miles over to the Walk to End Q-Tip Abuse. So many people go deaf from Q-Tips, you know. Then, there are a couple of great shows in town. We can’t decide if we want to go see Hair On Ice or Christopher Walken’s one-man version of Annie. We are going to take it easy on Sunday. After church, we are going to brunch with the in-laws. Then, it’s off to a co-worker’s sixties themed birthday party. Maybe we should just go to Hair On Ice so we can grab a couple of t-shirts. Otherwise, I’m going to have to make a couple of tie-dye shirts, and I can never get the dye off of my hands.
At this point, I’m usually tired from just listening to those plans. The truth is when the weekend rolls around, I’m thrilled to be wearing yoga pants, watching TV, and, oh say, not working. Well, except for the “not working” part, it’s really no different than most of my days as a work from home teacher/writer. Actually, I do get to sleep later on the weekends. So, that is a big plus.
For those of you who are not introverts, here is the difference between introverts and extroverts. Basically, introverts lose energy from social events and being around people in general. They require recharging time, just like your iPhone. On the other hand, extroverts gain energy from people and enjoy having a full social calendar.
That’s it, in a nutshell. Introverts are not mean, or lonely, or prone to giving away apples with cat hair on them at Halloween. (That actually happened to me once when I was 9. I received a cat hairy apple.) There are a lot of myths about introverts. Really, it just boils down to what makes a person feel energized. Introverts simply get tired from being around people for long periods of time.
Someone asked me if I wanted to go to the Renaissance Fair this weekend. Let’s see, that involves thousands of people, mud, being outside all day, standing while eating, and using Port-O-Potties. Was I bad or something? Why not just send me to jail? I immediately started doing an inventory of the medication I had on hand, because it would take lots of it for me to do an outdoor festival of any kind. The only time I consent to spend a day outside with tons of people is if a trip to Disney is involved. At least they have indoor plumbing and princesses there. Heck, I can buy the accessories to BE a princess there.
When I was a teenager, I played along with my extroverted friends. I went to the beach, and then ran home to take a quick shower before going to the movies, and then out to Bennigan’s. I was out until the wee hours, and then up the next day to go to work, or go to the beach again, or hang by the pool, or go to the mall, or whatever else. Honestly, I was exhausted. Even at 16 or so, I enjoyed when people cancelled plans and I could just veg out in my jammies and watch TV. I still love that. Only now, I do it with cats on my lap and my husband next to me.