Introvert vs. extrovert

I have the best summers.

Every weekend tops the previous. It just keeps. getting. better.

Last year was this way too. I remember on Sunday nights thinking, I have the best life now. This is what I’ve been waiting for.

I kind of felt a little on the manic side last year during this time. I had just started my new fancy sexy job, started dating the most wonderful man ever made for me, and had just broken free from several things that had been weighing me down and deadening my self esteem.

This year, I feel grateful. I feel happy and content and balanced, with the ability to let loose, be social, be active, but also the reality of touching my feet to the ground every once in awhile and regrouping.

 

Will has mentioned a few times the difference between an extrovert and introvert.

He says (regurgitated from some other source, no doubt), that "Extroverts regroup by being with other people. Introverts regroup by being alone."

Obviously most people are a bit of both.

I love to be around people, I love to socialize and I love meeting people and being outgoing. But at the end of the day, I am an introvert. I recharge with my alone time. It doesn’t necessarily have to be completely alone… if Paco is there, I still feel the recharge. But when I’m truly alone, my batteries recharge and I’m able to do it all over again.

For example… when I go camping with a group of people, FUN, obvi. But by the end of Sunday, I am exhausted. The only way I get back to normal is when I go home and chill the fuck out. No expectations, no conversations, just processing the events and playing with my cat.

 

Which one are you, primarily? Introvert or Extrovert?

 

This weekend was so fucking nuts.

We had our kickball tournament on Saturday.

Think, 6 fields, 35 teams, 350+ people, lots of undercover drinking and KICKBALL.

In between games, a party bus took us to a couple bars. We drank on the bus, talked to other teams, made friends, took pictures.

At the bar, flip cup. All day.

 

We did really well! We won 2 out of 3 games in the first round, which advanced us to the playoffs.

We won our first playoff game, and lost our second.

It. Was. Awesome.

 

Plus, I GOT PLAYER OF THE GAME on the first playoff game!! I kicked the ball that got in the final two runs that we needed to win, in the last inning.

So. Stoked.

 

The next day I chilled, hardcore. Did some chores and whatnot. Then, we had our playoffs for our regular league team.

We lost.

After, I subbed for another team that was short players for their game.

7th game of kickball in two days.

I was sore. So sore. Still am.

Last night after the game, I couldn’t walk.

My thigh muscles felt like they were squeezing so tight and cramping.

I feel a little bit better today. Just going to take it easy today though, no exercise for me.

 

Paco is still the best boyfriend ever.

 

My birthday is in two weeks. 29. Yikes.