Many people are often surprised when I tell them I’m an introvert. Only my very close friends – one or two people- actually know how terribly introverted I am.
This photo wasn’t taken today, but it’s the closest photo that somewhat describes my mood.
That said, over the last two-three weeks, my flatmate had been house-sitting for a friend. Needless to say, I was in heaven.
Coming home and knowing it was me alone and I didn’t have to have conversations with anyone was bliss.
He didn’t really give me a clear date of when he was returning home, so that made me somewhat uneasy and threatened my joy.
I got so used to being alone that today, I declared it a No-Human-Interaction Day. I thought his house sitting was going to last until eternity.
My plans of not seeing a soul today and not even going through my front door came crashing down before me.
I’m not necessarily happy right now. I mean, I don’t have to interact with him or anything, but I was planning to be alllllllll alone.
Humans exhaust me. Sometimes.
I deal with humans well enough when I have to. Too much social- human interaction drains me mentally. I was counting on this day to ring me into a good spirits for the up coming week.
My No-Human-Interaction Day has been totally ruined.