I have said this many times, although I appear to be an extrovert to the untrained eye, I really am not. This weekend is definitely outing my desire to be in my own space with not so much (like no) peoply interference. I have been a little stupid, I actually know better but, I agreed to come away with a group of friends (no blame on them, they are good people) to an event/ gathering of caravaners, motor-homers, campers (although I haven’t spotted a tent through the rain yet) to a ‘Meet’ celebrating St Valentine.
To start with, I hate the whole St Valentines clap trap. In fact, I think it is my most hated of all of the modern annual ‘celebrations’. What a load of commercial rubbish. I really don’t want to be anyone’s ‘My Valentine’, no one is owning me as a Valentine or anything else! You can see how grumpy it gets me. Bah Humbug! Look, it is even pushing me to mix my ‘celebratory’ sayings.
So here I am, in a field, next to a village hall somewhere in Lincolnshire in which we can all ‘celebrate’ Valentines with awful entertainment and that traditional love ritual, Bingo. Joe tried to help me but I didn’t see it until it was too late. The help came by him switching his heating off and refusing point blank to switch it back on. We would have to go home, it was only 1 degree outside and in. Thank the universe. It was making me feel ill sitting in the cold, as I contemplated the evening ahead. But just as we had decided to swivel the cab seats and head back to Ugly Derbyshire, he switched everything back on. Bugger!
I will have more to say on Monday about our ‘A Class Adventure’ for this week. It is important that I communicate to people about the form of camping that we are currently undertaking as it needs to come with health warnings, for introverts at very least. However, I appreciate that if you are not of the ‘camping’ fraternity, it will be of no interest whatsoever, even if you are Fiftysomething with Nobody tendencies. I will leave the whole story of our trip to a ‘specialist’ post.
So where has this ramble brought me? A few places I think:
- I am an introvert and I am not afraid to declare it.
- Being an introvert is not rude behaviour, in itself.
- Forcing an introvert to be extrovert when they are not in the mood mostly leads to rude behaviour – if the word ‘off’ is included in a sentence coming from the introvert then this is an indicator that our introvert is not feeling so peoply.
- It is OK to leave the introvert alone to find their own way into any given group – we do not need to be jollied along!
- Introverts can and do like to be sociable – just not in decrepit village halls with blue and pink table tennis bats used to indicate how well the Mr knows the Mrs and Visa Versa (just a UK thing then playing the Mr & Mrs Game?).