As some of you may know and some of you don’t I am an introvert while my wife Roxy is a extrovert. It can make for interesting times.
You know the standard, I want to stay home, she wants to travel the world (obviously this is before her back issues). That is why writing has always fit. I get to sit at home, on my farm and I don’t have to leave except for the occasional trip into town.
But now I have had to start interacting more. It started a couple weeks ago when my mom had a stroke. All of a sudden I am having to meet with doctors and answer the phone. Even when I put it on speaker so Roxy is right there with me, it’s still a phone call with a stranger. I don’t even like talking to people I know that much on the phone. But, I will do it for the people I love and to make sure mom gets the care she needs.
Another thing that has taken me out of my happy introverted life is a craft fair. Part of living on the farm and not wanting to leave it is finding ways to make money. For me that’s crafting. I love to re-purpose things. Whether its old windows or metal sheeting, the creating is the fun part. It’s the distribution that becomes hard. That’s where I have to leave my happy little bubble and go make nice. Now I am a polite person and actually quite sociable for about an hour, then I just get tired. I don’t think extroverts realize how physically wearing it is on us. The constant noise and the crush of people, it just becomes exhausting and overstimulating. Luckily, two good things came out of the craft fair. A shop is interested in my pieces so hopefully I won’t have to do the craft fairs every month, and I got to hold an owl named Simon.
Now on to Comic Con, an extrovert’s wet dream and an introvert’s nightmare. Let’s hope the zombie apocalypse doesn’t actually happen.