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I’m An Introvert And I’m Okay

Introverted

This may come as quite a stunner to you, so please have a seat or hang on to something, I am an Introvert.  Let that sink in for a moment, as your heart rate and breathing recover from that shocking revelation.  A sip of coffee or tea would be acceptable about now.

 Most of my life, I have been aware of this fact, but wasn’t really able to understand what it meant.  I was told I was “stuck-up” because I wasn’t gregarious and loud.  I was thought to be “odd” because I preferred the company of a few people rather than a group (or herd or gaggle or glaring).  As far as I was concerned, there were only three types of people: Friends (who are close and few), Acquaintances (those with whom I would be polite and courteous, but not permit to get too close), and Strangers (those whom I would acknowledge with a nod or wave but little more).

 It’s not that I didn’t like people (although some people I would rather enjoy life without), because I truly do like people.  Okay, most people. Well, to be completely honest, only some people.  I don’t enjoy social gatherings much; rather, I enjoy a quiet evening with perhaps a couple of people.  Sporting events, for me, are to be watched from a recliner with snacks, or read about on the internet tomorrow.

Now, just because I’m an introvert in no way means I am missing out on any part of life.  I simply enjoy life in a different way.  Introverts love to laugh. We have ideas and opinions. We usually speak when we have something to say, not merely to fill the silence with noise. Introverts enjoy elevator rides for the simple reason that most people will FINALLY shut the hell up when the doors close.  When I wander off to my favorite hiding place, I tend to read.  If someone sits next to me and insists on chattering, thank you for ruining my little outing.

 Introverts aren’t lepers. We’re people and we’re normal. We can be outspoken if we need to be, but we process our thoughts differently.  We can smile, work the crowd, and even be in the spotlight; but we find such things tedious and exhausting.  If I must “mix and mingle” then, trust me, I will need some peace and quiet to recover.  Those who know me know that I tend to get grumpy if I am concentrating and get interrupted.  They also know that until I have had quiet time in the morning, I am absolutely cranky and irritable.

Those who think introverts should just “come out of their shell” or “get over it” are complete idiots! 

Here are a few things I have discovered on a website dedicated to Introverts:

 

Myth #1 – Introverts don’t like to talk.
This is not true. Introverts just don’t talk unless they have something to say. They hate small talk. Get an introvert talking about something they are interested in, and they won’t shut up for days.

Myth #2 – Introverts are shy.
Shyness has nothing to do with being an Introvert. Introverts are not necessarily afraid of people. What they need is a reason to interact. They don’t interact for the sake of interacting. If you want to talk to an Introvert, just start talking. Don’t worry about being polite.

Myth #3 – Introverts are rude.
Introverts often don’t see a reason for beating around the bush with social pleasantries. They want everyone to just be real and honest. Unfortunately, this is not acceptable in most settings, so Introverts can feel a lot of pressure to fit in, which they find exhausting.

Myth #4 – Introverts don’t like people.
On the contrary, Introverts intensely value the few friends they have. They can count their close friends on one hand. If you are lucky enough for an introvert to consider you a friend, you probably have a loyal ally for life. Once you have earned their respect as being a person of substance, you’re in.

Myth #5 – Introverts don’t like to go out in public.
Nonsense. Introverts just don’t like to go out in public FOR AS LONG. They also like to avoid the complications that are involved in public activities. They take in data and experiences very quickly, and as a result, don’t need to be there for long to “get it.” They’re ready to go home, recharge, and process it all. In fact, recharging is absolutely crucial for Introverts.

Myth #6 – Introverts always want to be alone.
Introverts are perfectly comfortable with their own thoughts. They think a lot. They daydream. They like to have problems to work on, puzzles to solve. But they can also get incredibly lonely if they don’t have anyone to share their discoveries with. They crave an authentic and sincere connection with ONE PERSON at a time.

Myth #7 – Introverts are weird.
Introverts are often individualists. They don’t follow the crowd. They’d prefer to be valued for their novel ways of living. They think for themselves and because of that, they often challenge the norm. They don’t make most decisions based on what is popular or trendy.

Myth #8 – Introverts are aloof nerds.
Introverts are people who primarily look inward, paying close attention to their thoughts and emotions. It’s not that they are incapable of paying attention to what is going on around them, it’s just that their inner world is much more stimulating and rewarding to them.

Myth #9 – Introverts don’t know how to relax and have fun.
Introverts typically relax at home or in nature, not in busy public places. Introverts are not thrill seekers and adrenaline junkies. If there is too much talking and noise going on, they shut down. Their brains are too sensitive to the neurotransmitter called Dopamine. Introverts and Extroverts have different dominant neuro-pathways. Just look it up.

Myth #10 – Introverts can fix themselves and become Extroverts.
Introverts cannot “fix themselves” and deserve respect for their natural temperament and contributions to the human race. In fact, one study (Silverman, 1986) showed that the percentage of Introverts increases with IQ.

So……sing it with me: “I’m an Introvert and I’m okay……”

 

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Imaginificationosity

Imaginificationosity

Imagination. It’s something we all have, but not all of us choose to use it. Some are too pragmatic to enjoy their imagination, while some seem to indulge in the imagination quite a lot.

Imagination can be used for problem solving, as well as, creative outlet. The eyes take in and the mind begins to create through our imagination. In our imagination we can fly. In our imagination we can slay dragons without getting dirty. In our imagination we are the top athlete in every sport. In our imagination we are the best of the best. Our imagination is limited only by our……imagination!

Mark Twain wrote: “You cannot depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.” (Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court). What does this mean?

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What Do You Mean I’m “Normal”?

I was born, you seem surprised, in a time when society taught us to question everything. While the actual year or decade of my birth is not relevant to this diatribe, the fact is, I’ve never understood complete conformism. Don’t get me wrong, there are some points of conformity I embrace wholeheartedly. Take the whole, murder is a not good thing, is a truly good idea. I firmly believe that bungee jumping is for the truly insane, but that’s more of an opinion, not a definite rule.

Even when I was in Military Service, I embraced the “shoot at me and I will shoot back” mentality, but didn’t see the point of going out of our way to find people to piss off enough to make them want to shoot at us.

Growing up, (which is a work in process), trying to fit in was not a huge concern. Having never been part of the popular crowd, the freedom from their constraints of blending in has been such a relief.  Although there do seem to be some societal conformational dictates that must adhered to in order to stay out of trouble. For example, showing up for a doctor’s visit naked, even though it does save time, is rather frowned upon.

It’s also, apparently, not wise to speak or look at anyone when you step into a lift. Chatter all you wish up until the doors close, and then the quiet rule takes over.

So imagine, after a few years of being rather a free spirit of sorts, being told by a co-worker that you are, and I quote, “just so normal.”  Seriously? Just go ahead and stick me in a museum with the rest of the relics from the past!  Then, the more I thought about it, the more it hit me….weird IS the new normal! So that means weird won!

HOORAY FOR WEIRD!    But stop calling me “normal” it might give me some sort of social disorder.

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Inspiration

Inspiration

As I sat thinking and dreaming, I sought inspiration. Thinking it would never appear, my thoughts drifted off on its own having a bit of a wander.

Suddenly, like a slap to the head, it hit me…inspiration does not flow in, it bursts out! When something sparks your imagination, the creativity explodes out of you.

Hmmmmm…….

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Ummmmmmm……..Uhhhhhhhhhhh……..

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There was a time when I once used the excuse, ‘I forgot’ to get out of trouble because I didn’t do something (like chores or homework). The fact of the matter is that, at that time, I actually didn’t forget (I can tell you’re stunned), it was that I simply didn’t wish to do those particular things.

That was then. Back then I could remember details down to the pattern of someone’s clothing without so much as a sniff of effort. I could recall, verbatim, the dialogue of a movie I enjoyed, and could quote passages from books that I had the pleasure of reading.

That was then.  Remember being told not to make that face because one day it will stick like that? Apparently it also works for memory. I dipped once too often into the pool of ‘I forgot.’ For, you see, now I have discovered that if I wish to remember something, I must write it down. And even then, writing it down does little good if I forget where I wrote it down.

More than once, I have had to call my cellphone in an attempt to remember where I put it.  It has become not uncommon for me to put things where I “won’t lose them” only to forget that: a)  I had something I wasn’t supposed to forget; and b) where it was I put them.

Have I reached the point in my life where I am beginning to lose the few functional braincells I have left? Am I doomed to roam the rest of my life with a bag around my neck full of the things I need to remember? Does this mean I will begin to repeat myself because I can’t remember if I have said it? Is there such a thing as a reset button for my brain to reboot it back into safe mode?

Yesterday I had a mental list of specific items I needed to pick up from the grocer/pharmacy (my heart meds being among them). I remembered the list perfectly, reciting it all the way to the store and all the way across the parking lot. But the moment I stepped inside, I couldn’t even remember my name, much less what I came for.  I must have had a befuddled look on my face, because the pharmacist I’ve been dealing with for years happened by and asked if I wanted to pick up my meds. No bell went off, I just numbly followed and got my meds and eventually wandered back out to the car. Upon arriving home, my list magically re-entered my mind.

Age, thou art a heartless witch!

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Rainy Day Pondering

Puddles

We spend small fortunes over our lifetimes in the purchase of a means to keep from getting wet.  We buy raincoats, galoshes, umbrellas (only to lose them or have them stolen), not to mention the briefcases, newspapers, and other “protective” wear.  All to keep us from getting wet.  I personally believe it’s the clothing that causes this reaction.  Think about it, when you step into the shower, what, besides a smile, are you wearing? And you step into the shower to do what? GET WET!

When you go swimming, you are partially clothed (some more partially than others), and you do what? GET WET!

Let’s face it, when it rains you will get wet.  But rain is peaceful. Rain is gentle. The sounds are soothing and comforting. As a child (shortly after Noah released the animals from the ark), I used to take great joy driving my mother crazy by playing in the puddles after it rained.

Here’s my point, Rain happens. When it does, it rains on everyone, not just a select few. How you look at the rain tells a great deal about how you perceive life.  Are you accepting and make the best of it or are you frantically trying to run for cover?

 

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“What Do I Do With My Life?”

One of the questions I hear fairly often is, “What am I supposed to do with the rest of my life?”  Let’s think about that for a moment. What ARE we to do with the rest of our lives? Shoukd we seek fame? Should we work endless hours so we can be wealthy, but too exhausted to enjoy it? Should we toss it all aside and try doing nothing?

For the rest of your life, what should you do?  My question to such enquirers is simple….what are you passionate about?  Here’s why I ask that, we are, by nature, fickle beasts. Our feelings change on breath; our desires change on an impulse (which is why I try to take a list with me to the grocer. Impulse shopping leads to spending more money than you planned on things you didn’t plan). Some change relationships about as often as they change socks.

Thus I must offer what tidbit of wise nuggets as will fall from my brain when I shake my head. When asked “What am I to do with the rest of my life?” My initial response is “keep breathing.” While that may sound idiotic, it isn’t as stupid as your rolling eyes and derisive snort indicate. Breathing keeps us busy while our brain sorts through the implications. If you don’t believe me, wrap your head in a plastic bag and seal it off at the neck until you answer the question posed.

You see, the answer to the question is not something anyone can give you. Why? Because it is YOUR life, like it or not. You were the one given this life. If I tell you what to do with yours, then you will miss out on so much potential. Now I don’t advocate mooching for years off someone else while you “find yourself” either.  The odd part about living your own life is that you can plan for the future, but you must be flexible enough to deal with detours. If you carve your life plan in stone, you are most likely going to spend a lot of time being frustrated and angry.

“All we have to do is decide what to do with the time that is given us” – J.R.R. Tolkein.  These are decisions we make breath by breath as we live.

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Dun Dun Duhhhhhhhh!!!!

Your phone rings. You look at the caller ID and you suddenly feel the cold splinter inserted into your heart.  It’s Susan. She likes to chatter like a monkey with engorged hindquarters (and resembles that in so many ways).  Your neighbors warned you that she would be calling with an invitation to the annual neighborhood block party, she happens to be hosting.

 

Your mind races through your catalogue of excuses not to go. Then your other catalogue of reasons not to answer the phone; as beads of sweat pour from your every pore, soaking your clothing as though you just ran through the carwash sans the car.  You’re instinct overrides on the third ring and your thumb touches the green key on your phone. Before you can get the phone to your ear to say “Hello,” Susan has already launched into her chatter-fest seemingly running in a loop through every phone call she makes.

 

“So I was talking to Lisa and Jim and you know how they just LOVE parties and I told them that I was hosting this year’s block party and they were just ALL into helping me but you know how I LOVE doing these things myself I mean if you want something done right now what I mean anywho I just called to invite you to come to the party we’re going to have SUCH a blast with all the games and fun it’ll be THE social event of the season look forward to see you there gotta run bye” *click*

 

By now you’re nerves have frayed to the point of crawling through your skin and off to Texas all on their own.  You practice deep breathing to try to calm your racing mind and restart your heart.

 

Finally, the day comes and you have just had an epiphany: small talk can be fun if used properly and it might just deter further invites from Susan and her ilk. You arrive at the party with your usual crockpot of chili and you are greeted by a disapproving “Susan Clone Committee” who seem to be in a dither that everyone brought chili instead of the smorgasbord of delicacies they had meticulously been assigned.  Hey, they should be happy you brought extra cornbread for your chili!

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Then the fun begins with Susan grabbing your arm and dragging you into her group of intimates.  She begins cooing about each person’s attributes, sounding more like a used tire salesperson working on commission. When she FINALLY takes a breathe for you to give each of her group the “once over” you make your move! You turn to Susan and in a loud, but conversational voice, say something to the effect of: “WOW! That zit you had earlier this week has come along nicely. You can barely see it with all that make up!” Followed by your pointing it out and looking closely at the spot (real or imagined).

 

The sad thing about “small talk” is that the same inevitable questions are asked:

  1. Where do you work?
  2. What do you do there?
  3. What did you think of the game?

 

Then the evaluation begins of:

  • your clothing
  • your shoes
  • your job
  • your job title
  • your salary
  • your cellphone
  • your cologne, aftershave, and/or deodorant
  • your hair
  • the amount of product in your hair
  • where you will fit into the “desirability” list with the female guests.
  • your car
  • where would your car finish if you raced the other guys.

 

Now….when you hang out with YOUR chosen friends, there’s a mutually agreed upon activity (usually eventually involving a couch), an unspoken (but quite regulated) menu of assorted foods that will raise your cholesterol, and the all accompanied by various sounds, cheers, various exotic forms of greeting (knuckle bumps, noogies, butt smacks, belly bumps, or the extensive menagerie of handshakes), and lots of quiet.  Not the awkward quiet, but the quiet that comes from having an unspoken conversation between friends.

 

Did I mention I am socially awkward when it comes to small talk? 

Awkward

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Spared NO Expense

I was watching HGTV the other day and happened upon a show entitled, “You Live In What?” The premise being people purchase buildings, renovate then and live in them.  People buy some of the oddest buildings.  One person purchased an old 5 story pump house. Another purchased a Windmill in Holland. Yet another purchased an ocean going coal barge.  Each turn them into homes.  Not a bad thing to recycle such places into living spaces.

 

But as I listened to the announcer describe the renovations, the phrase that was used over and over was, “And they spared NO expense.”  Really?  There are folks out there with SO MUCH money that they can spare no expense?

Take for example trying to live in this:

Glass House

Couple of things I noticed about this bungalow…complete lack of privacy, a LOT of surface to clean, and doesn’t look very inviting. But I’m not the one living in it, so more power to the homeowner. Also see no means of plumbing or cooking. Guess that’s what the woods are for.

Then there’s this little gem:

Egg House

Is it just me or does this look like something created by Dr. Seuss?  I do find it more inviting than the glass house, and I’m thinking the utility bills must be one of those expenses that the homeowner has no problem with.

But I almost choked when I saw this one:

Potty House

Yeah, someone finds a toilet so appealing that they want to live in one.  That’s just awesome.  And, again, “They spared NO expense.”

Of all the homes I saw, this one was my favorite:

Pool House

But my question I kept trying to find an answer to was this, Apparently these people were just “driving by” and decided to buy, renovate, and live; so what do these people do for a living that they can afford to do this?

Call me odd (weird, eccentric, bizarre, whatever strikes you fancy), but you can only live in one room at a time. I’m not opposed to making something lovely out of something that has been abandoned.  But I am curious, how do they do it.  And the homeowners are so young!

But, I think it’s time for me to repair to my own lair for contemplation.

 

 

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Hang On! There’s Going To Be Turbulence!

Bumpy Road

*Ding* please secure your belongings and return your seats and trays to their original upright position.

 

Shift your mind into gear and follow this logic for a moment:

  1. Your vehicle (auto, motorcycle, moped, bicycle, golfcart) has tires.
  2. Tires are filled with………air.
  3. Thus, you are technically riding on………tightly packed air.
  4. Said air packages help cushion your ride.
  5. Why? Because there are no completely smooth roads.  They don’t exist.
  6. But with the cushion of air, the ride is smoother than riding on, let’s say, rims.

 

Now, what does this have to do with anything? Very simple, it’s an analogy about life.

“How so?” you might ask. GOOD QUESTION!!

 

As we saunter, sachet, cha-cha, funky chicken, mambo, walk, run, hobble, or otherwise transport ourselves through this thing called “life” it is best to remember it WILL be a bumpy ride. Thus, we have some choices to make.  We can decide that we’ve had enough, sit down, and refuse to move.  We can, go blindly along the road constantly being surprised that the road isn’t smooth and perfect (which leads to much frustration, irritation, consternation, and perhaps even constipation). OR we can open our minds and accept that there will be ruts and bumps along the way; thereby going around those we can, jumping over those we can, sidestepping those we can, and trudging through those we cannot.

 

If there were no bumps or ruts or wrinkles, life would be boring, dull, and uneventful. And as much as we may say we’d like uneventful, we both know we’d go bonkers. Life is not what happens to us.  Life is what we DO with what happens to us.

 

See? I’m not nearly as big an idiot as I might appear.  Almost, but not quite.

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