OUT OF THE DUNGEON

I love being an introvert, but the world is made for Extroverts. It's hard going against my natural inclination and diving into the public.  For the sake of family I am attempting to go outside my norms, it ain't easy!  First we started with a mild work up, by going to the Zoo during a Tornado warning.  I figured it was probably safer than being in our home I could always throw myself in with the monkeys.  It was nice I watched my son and boyfriend having a blast while I walked behind slowly watching everyone around me; natural habit of mine is to people watch, to analyze them covertly.  My second adventure was going to a movie after dark verses catching the matinee.  In my defense Deadpool was to much of a drawl, an anti-hero character with a dry sarcastic sense of humour! I laughed till I had to cross my legs and pray the next giggle didn't illicit wet pants on my part.  My third and final adventure for the week was totally out of the box! I went to a gun show where people  were on top of each other looking at semi-automatic rifles.  Normally I don't care, I can appreciate the sleek, smooth body of a Glock, but tons of people isn't my thang!  However, I will admit that I enjoyed myself and saw quite a few that I liked.  Who knew? Eh, I mean seriously Guns never pictured myself enjoying something like that! Well, going as far as shows and paying for them! Still an introvert, that didn't go away, but I am making an effort to live verses writing about living!  On the other side of that I am getting behind in my projects, way behind!

silence

When I was younger I wanted my television loud, my music loud, everything loud.  I wanted the world to know what I listened to!  That was obvious from the number of times you could hear me approaching from down the road with something akin to Rob Zombie blaring from my little red car.  Now in moments of nostalgia I will turn up one of those songs and be transported back to my early twenties or worse the teenage years.  How funny that what I considered to be one of the worst times in my life, now doesn't seem so bad!  All those bullies that pushed me around for being different don't seem nearly as bad as I once thought they were.  The random football player who thought it was okay to shove me into a wall during gym seems mild in comparison to the Alzheimer's patient I've wrestled.  How funny it seems to me that now my favorite sound is a lack of..I enjoy the silence...I've learned to go all day with-out once turning on the TV content to sit in my bubble of peace. To let the chaos of the world and life fade into the background for another much noisier day..Is it because I'm getting older or because I am growing into my true introverted personality? I really don't know...