When I was a kid, I was so
shy I hid behind things. Only in my
twenties did I begin to blossom in the company of my first husband and a group
of artists. Add politics, and I grew a little
more. By the time I grew as mad as the
Hatter, I only survived because my cushion was the wonderful group of friends
who became my family.
Today I live with an
introvert. You’d never know it from his
outward demeanor though. He’s learned
not to hide in corners when that’s what he wants to do. He’s naturally funny too.
Me? I’ve slowed down noticeably. I’d probably rather be hiding behind
something again, but I’ve learned that life is better with friends. I don’t do it effortlessly this time. Many of my old and much loved friends have
died, and I am awkward making new friends.
I’m out there trying though maybe even having an Open House next month.
Now that’s a hide behind
something thought.
Yes, I am an introvert living with an extrovert...a major extrovert. He makes friends on the side of the road, forgives everyone everything, trusts everyone and is my dismay in this. We are going to a fund-raiser on Saturday where I know a handful of the wives a little and none well. I am dreading it, but need to support his causes.
ReplyDeletewe will become social butterflies!
ReplyDeleteI am an introvert. I am not in remission. :)
ReplyDeleteSometimes it just feels good to be all by yourself in your thoughts. I truly enjoy my friends but treasure the quiet moments as well. Cute picture this morning.
ReplyDeleteI am glad we reconnected as friends. Nice to have someone around that knew me when. I have few friends in L.A. Most of them live in other cities or states. But I cherish them all.
ReplyDeleteFor years Al and I were sufficient unto ourselves - perhaps selfishly so.
ReplyDeleteNow I find the same difficulties that you mention but also like you I'm making an effort and they are all coming back to me at our Christmas celebration. HELP!