Lately I’ve totally been embracing my introversion. So much so that I am not posting a photo to accompany this text. How about ‘dem apples?!
This embracing hasn’t been a full on hug. It started off with a bit more contemplation and before I knew it, I was falling head over heels into my own hermit-ude. Fun fact – when I was younger I wanted to be a hermit. I thought I would be a veterinarian for the forest animals & never have to be around humans. Go figure.
But really – I look around at all these other blogs (I know, I know–do not compare thyself to others in blogitude) & I see all these creative wondrous people. & they all seem to be SO outgoing & such social beings.
I wrinkle my nose in confusion. I am just not that person.
I mean, I can hold my own. If you approach me, I can hold a conversation. I am a sentient being. I am the daughter of “He Who Schmoozes” after all.
But what I wonder is – where are all the other introverted hermit bloggers?