|You may notice the cat is ON|
the computer. Fucking cat.
I think it's funny that he doesn't get that I get the true nature of introversion.
I know my parents assume that I'm an extrovert-- I get along with crowds, I enjoy conventions and the chance to speak to everybody, and I thrive on guest speaking opportunities.
|We call this move the "Buffalo"|
But the silence in our own heads-- that is absolutely priceless. The comfort of routine, of being with people we trust-- that can give us a charge like absolutely nothing else.
|ZB Choreographed this himself.|
|The old shadow puppets were|
done on zinc plates. They were
very cool. These were die
Anyway, the kids colored and put on a shadow puppet show, and then visited the modern art section and went downstairs to make pipe-cleaner bunnies and play with puppets. And then we toured Old Sac and visited Candy Heaven- -and on the whole? It was an awesome day. Last night, Mate and I went out to dinner and to watch the Kings win.
Today, we spent quiet time as a family and saw a movie and ate out for lunch and now?
I absolutely positively have to be by myself.
|Squish needed us to take a picture of this or she wouldn't|
put it on display.
Oh my Goddess-- I ADORE my family. I'd die for them. But if I don't get some fucking quiet in my head, I might kill them myself.
So when Mate -- who has been late from work because of soccer meetings and work meetings and other meetings for most of this week-- says, "I… I just… I can't…" about going to a party with friends?
I am the last person to judge.
People assume that introverts don't like crowds-- but it's not true. We love crowds. But we get our power from being alone.
|Of course ZB went out and found himself a baby to|
entertain. It's what he does.
I totally get that Mate needs some power.
And to illustrate how much I need some quiet time?
Yesterday, I was taking T to the bus stop on my way to work out? Big T was talking about an awkward moment in class, and I was listening, because, well, that is my job. As we pulled up to the grocery store parking lot, I stopped a ways from the bus stop because, well, I was running late for my workout.
|Squish's favorite puppet :-)|
"Okay. So that's the end of my story."
"Well, that's all right-- everyone has awkward moments."
"Yeah, but I've got a question."
|It's a giant chicken costume.|
Because giant chicken.
"Am I a difficult person?"
"Get the hell out of my car."
Big T-- *laughs * "Okay."
"I mean it. Now. Get the hell out. Get. Out. Go away. Now."
Big T laughed as he got out and walked away.
He was lucky the car wasn't moving. I would have shoved him out with my foot.
|See? Dogs get Saturdays. Sleep, be pet, it's all good.|