Most of you know I’m a homebody. I’ve always been an introvert; I live in my head, and I’d much rather be alone than in a room with a bunch of people I don’t know (and in the pandemic, even people I do know). Being around people, even people I know well, drains me. I’m pretty quiet around people until I know them; after that, you can’t shut me up.
That’s why I’m glad I actually get a holiday for me. Christmas, Thanksgiving, New Year’s, July 4th … those are all made for extroverts. But today, Jan. 2, is World Introvert Day. I feel seen! Now pardon me as I curl up with my iPad and some cocoa …
Serenity is a fuzzy belly 
For as long as I can remember, I’ve gotten up really early and gone to work when nobody else was around. Same thing now that I’m working at home. People are okay, some of them, some of the time. Nobody likes the pandemic, but it’s been less of a burden on introverts.
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Exactly. I’ve been less stressed out by people since at least a few months into it since I’ve mostly stayed home.
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Now that we’re supposed to stay home, nobody thinks I’m a weird hermit anymore. Here’s to introverts!
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Some still think I am, but mostly the anti-vaxxers and anti-maskers who think I’m scared. No, I’m smart and cautious.
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