Hibernation

I admit it. I’m an introvert. People don’t energize me, they drain me. I’m not someone who looks forward to parties and large gatherings.

It’s not that I don’t like people. Quite the contrary. I have several dear friends. I just prefer to interact with them one on one, and I agree with Ben Franklin that fish and visitors stink after three days. I’m quite happy to see them go after a certain length of time, but that doesn’t mean I love them any less.

It is much easier to be social and an introvert in the modern era. I can keep in touch via e-mail and facebook and text messages, and I can write this blog. Then, when I want to have some “me time”, all I have to do is log off. It’s the electronic equivalent of “You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.”

I am glad I have my dogs. It’s nice to have a heartbeat in the house, someone who is happy to see me when I come home. But I’m fairly certain that if they suddenly were endowed with the ability to speak, or if they stopped feeling the need to sleep 18 hours a day, I’d probably be setting them up in their own bachelor pad on the opposite side of town. Oh, I’d call and chat daily, but I wouldn’t want to spoon with them as much as I do now.

Katherine Hepburn had a good point when she said a happy marriage would be one where the spouses were to “live nearby and visit often.” Unfortunately it would be hard to find someone who would be willing to agree to that, which is probably one of the many reasons I’ve never been married.

I actually enjoy my own company. I can entertain myself for hours on end. Some of my fondest memories of vacations have been the ones where I’ve rented a cabin in the middle of nowhere, and stayed there for a week, just me and my dogs, a good pair of hiking boots and a stack of books. Bliss.

Perhaps I was a bear in another life. The thought of crawling into a den and hibernating for months on end appeals to me greatly. But in this life I’ll just have to settle for hot baths and curling up in bed with a good book.

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17 thoughts on “Hibernation

  1. Carole

    Gosh, that sounds wonderful. I think maybe the perfect marriage must be to a trucker that is gone all week and home on weekends. I know the couple of times a year when My Husband would go out of town, I would tear the house apart from one end to the other. But the day he left and the day before he came home I would be a slug, totally immersed in all things me. Enjoy all your moments, Solitude can be so refreshing and rejuvenating, when self-induced. ☺

  2. I’m an introvert, too, and value my alone time above pretty much anything else. My family doesn’t get it, but they’ve learned to live with my tendencies. My longest lasting romantic relationship lasted 11.5 years only because much of that time we lived apart. Of course, that was to disguise that he was a cheating, narcissistic ass, so maybe it wasn’t so good after all 🙂

    1. You have just given birth to the beginnings of a new theory for me. I wonder if introverts wind up with narcissists more often than extroverts do. It would make sense. I mean, while the narcissist’s eyes are firmly fixed upon their navels, the introvert can ALMOST, for a brief shining moment, imagine that he or she is alone. Hmmm…

      1. I don’t think so, at least for me. The narc chose me because I had never really been noticed before. He pretended to love my eccentricities, to really accept me for who I am – he gave me alone time and said he admired that I was comfortable with my own company. This left him free to bask in every spotlight with no competition, something he wouldn’t have had with an extrovert. It would be a perfect Yin and Yang if narcs didn’t also suck the life and soul out of their victim…

  3. Carole

    One of my favorite sayings has always been Fish and visitors smell after three days. Thanks to you I now know Ben Franklin said it first. I once got knocked six feet and on my _ _ _. for saying it many, many years ago, but I still think it.

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