I’m not sure how I, an extrovert in need of social interaction, have found myself in a world of friendships with introverts. Those closest to me are ALL introverts, which makes finding time to spend with people difficult. All would rather spend time at home or in quiet hidey holes of familiarity where I am ready for adventure at a moments notice. Frankly, I intimidate people. My brash, careless, shameless and adventurous demeanor scares the living daylights out of the people in my life currently.
On the one hand, it’s good. I do appreciate the balance my introvert friends bring to my personality, but I am sorely missing my fellow extroverts with which to do stupid fun random things with. I haven’t done a random spontaneous thing in nearly a year. Even that wasn’t truly spontaneous as it was planned several weeks in advance. I miss those reckless days of my youth. The ability to just hop in the car and go somewhere with out consequence. Drive until we couldn’t drive anymore or ending up in places we’d never been before. Those were my happy days. The best memories which still flit and filter though my mind adding to my air of melancholy.
Which makes finding and keeping new friends pretty much impossible. Like for real. It’s a vicious cycle. 😦