When you’re introverted and shy it can be hard to explain to people why you’re not comfortable willingly joining into social situations. Especially when your past experiences, albeit with a different but similar crowd, were painful.
So here I am, not-too-long in the ranks of full-time motherhood, marinating in my own juices day-after-day with a couple of tear-inducing spices (the kids). I am completely worn down because being around people is draining on an introverted person, especially when those people are less than 48″ tall. If I could make it to a function, I’m not sure how much of a fun person I would be. Does anyone really want to be around a frazzled woman whose unfocused, glazed-over eyes clearly indicate she is not fully present to hear or talk about how wonderful life is?
As a general rule, I’m not a connecting type of person.
When I want to say “no,” I feel like I owe an explanation. That due to my nature, my upbringing, my past experiences, and my schedule, I don’t want to get involved socially. But I’m not sure I even like this about myself because these negative things are dictating how I live now.