I crave alone time more than I crave chocolate, and even that is an understatement. A craving is just something I really want. Me and alone time are like me and oxygen. I need it for my survival.
Society categorizes people into two social categories: introverts and extroverts. However, there are many misconceptions about what these two words mean and how they are assigned. Introvert does not equal wallflower and extrovert does not mean loud and crazy. These two words just represent where people receive their energy. Introverts gain energy from being alone, whereas extroverts become energized when they are with other people.
I have always been an introvert and I probably always will be. When I was in middle school and too ashamed of my loner ways I would have my mom make up lies so I could stay home instead of go out with friends.
A friend would call and say, “Hey wanna hang out later today?”
Paralyzed with fear, I would quickly reply with, “Let me ask my mom.”
Leaving the phone upstairs I would run down to my mom in the kitchen begging for some sort of chore I had to do so I had an excuse not to leave the house.
If you have the urge to call me pathetic, that is A-OK because as I grew older I became a lot more confident in my introverted ways and I am no longer ashamed to say to someone, “Hey I think you are lovely and I would love to see you another time, but I need some me-time tonight.” Some people understand, others do not.
I find bliss in spending time alone because it recharges my batteries. It lets me think. It lets me be my own kind of productive. It lets me read my books and write on my blog and listen to my music and organize my life. Yes, I realized that is a lot of “my, my, my,” but at the end of the day and the end of the week and the end of my life, I will have spent a lot of time dealing with me. Because of this, I really want to like that person. I want to invest in that person. I want to develop that person. I want to be incredibly happy being alone with that person.