Something about this week has the introvert side of my personality going absolutely haywire.
Normally, I’d jump at the chance to do something with friends on a Friday night. I’d kill to hang out after seeing a play on a Saturday. Nothing would be greater than going out for lunch after church on Sunday. Normally, the prospective of watching Netflix for hours on end depresses me. It’s not that I’m an extrovert. On the contrary. I’m an introvert to the core. But too much alone time usually drives me crazy.
This week?
Nope.
When I’m done with class, work, studying, and student org meetings, all I want to do at the end of the day is curl up in my bed with nothing but me, a cup of tea, and Netflix. Hours pass by and I’m totally content to sit there doing absolutely nothing with no one but my own thoughts to keep me company.
I completely understand, Amelia. This week has been particularly rough and all I want to do this weekend is veg in my room and sleep.