confessions of an introvert

here is a post in contrast to this one: confessions of an extrovert.

an introvert doesn't mind going to work early in the morning or late at night, because that means the front desk people aren't there to greet her.

an introvert likes to sit in an edge seat/against a wall in a classroom, a theatre, etc. so fewer people can sit by her.

an introvert doesn't mind coming home to an empty apartment. there is a strange sense of relief, actually.

an introvert looks forward to going to her classes of 150+ people because she can just chill there without being called on.

an introvert is content to just listen. if she's just sitting there being quiet, she isn't sad or feeling left out. really.

an introvert has probably wondered why she is relieved when she has nothing to do and nowhere to be.

introverts like to have fun. but they need alone time to charge their batteries. introverts are cool. sometimes society makes us feel like being an introvert is the "wrong" way to be. but guess what, it isn't. extroverts like to experience a lot, and introverts like to know a lot about what they experience*. can you imagine a world of only extroverts? madness. extroverts are cool too, but thank goodness we have a mix.

*i think i got that from the introvert advantage.

winter kid

Does it seem like people that are born in the winter seem to enjoy winter more? Whilst kids born in the summer seem to prefer that warmer time of year?

It's a weird hypothesis. Here is why I think this:

I am a January baby. I love winter. I look better and am more comfortable when I'm bundled up in a sweater and boots than I do in a sundress. Actually, I don't wear sundresses, but this is probably why. My sister Kirsten is also a December baby, and she looks really cute while she skis, etc.

My sister Kylie, on the other hand, was born in June. She doesn't look so good on the slopes (her words, not mine). But put her and my mom (also June) on the beach, and they are totally in their element.

Maybe this is a weird coincidence in my family. Maybe it's really true.

bane. but not the centaur.

one of my favorite phrases to use:

"______ is the bane of my existence."

but i don't really have too many opportunities to use it.

i can say that public bathrooms and calculus and dishonest people and the smell of bleach and wet socks are the bane of my existence,

but that is pretty much it.

i wish it was a positive phrase is all.

i could use it more often.

what is the bane of your existence?