I was an introvert to begin with. These feelings are seemingly compounded by the hamster wheel of mental health issues and always looming sobriety. Yet, remarkably, I’ve found myself out of the house more in the past couple months than I feel I was the previous three years. I’ve spent a not insignificant amount of time at the USM library. I’ve been working so many hours as possible to fit in a week. I’ve been going to friends’ shows. I’ve been going to work events. And everytime it comes as a shock to me. I’ve been going to things. With people. People I know and strangers.
And, yes, I’m rarely staying for the whole event. And when I get home I’m exhausted at a 20 on a scale of 1-10. So I’m definitely still an introvert, but it keeps catching me by surprise when I do something other than curl up with Netflix and/or a book.
I guess this is another example of a new me that does nothing, but confuse me.
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