THE EXTROVERT NEEDS ALONE TIME

Coronations London

I LOVE to talk. I was a pretty well behaved kid at school, apart from the constant blabbing that would drive some teachers mad. They would try to put me next to someone quiet or someone I wasn’t really friend with. However, their efforts were usually to no avail, as I would always find something to start chatting about.

I’m still like that. Having hours worth of conversation at the pub about how to set the world right with good friends or someone I just met is my favourite thing to do. One of the things I miss most about travelling is being able to just walk up to a fellow backpacker, ask if you can join their table and learn about their travel experiences and back story. I’m sure that if I would try to do that in London, people would think I was A: Drunk, B: Mad, C:Begging for money or D: all of the above.

At the same time though, I’ve figured out I need peace and alone time on a very regular basis. Writing down to do lists (usually of ambitious future plans that I then rarely commit to) a blog post or just lying on the sofa in my pyjamas watching Netflix in an empty apartment I find almost (and occasionally probably more) fun than going out until 5 AM.

FOMO is a phobia I’m not entirely insensitive to; colleagues with more exiting weekend plans or bloggers I follow who seem to go to an interesting event every night do sometimes give me that nagging feeling that I should probably be doing something even better/more Instagrammable. The older I get though, the better I get at saying no to things when I actually just don’t fancy it (if I would get just as good at actually sticking to “just one drink” we could REALLY talk about progress).

Side note: I’m pretty sure JOMO or the joy of missing out is now also a thing (I think I read it on another blog, so it must be).

It’s all about balance I guess, even people who could have a passionate conversation with a brick wall probably need a bit of quiet me-time every now and then. Saying no and carving out some time to fill with no plans at all is an introvert pleasure this extrovert loves to indulge in more and more.

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