This video is cute but I have to say it’s pretty much the same in Michigan.
I’ve always considered myself an introvert. I need quiet time – and lots of it. I avoid phones like the plague. Too much noise, too much chaos, too much ‘people time’ and stress starts to build like pressure in an active volcano.
I can be sociable for a while. It’s more comfortable when it’s with a small group of people, preferably one-on-one, and with those I know fairly well. But when I’m done socializing, I’m done. I don’t want to talk anymore. I don’t want to be wherever I am. I just want to go home for some of that calm, restorative quiet I mentioned above.
That said, I find myself having the most interesting conversations with people I don’t know. My daughter once noted how weird that is. Once, referring to a very quiet cashier she said, “I’ve never seen him talk to anyone but you. And there’s that woman at the other store too. You’re the only one she talks to.”
And then there are days like today…
We went to a local store to pick up some things we needed. And some things we didn’t need but hey, my daughter loves to shop and while I’m following her around, I tend to find things I wouldn’t otherwise see – like the Ozark Trail 20 oz stainless steel tumbler that promises to keep drinks cold. With summer fast approaching, you know I had to have them. And they were on clearance for $5.00 each. Win for me! (By the way, that was an affiliate link. If you click on it and buy something at Amazon, I will make a small commission but your price won’t change. Read about it in my Terms of Service)
So anyway, we finally made it back to the van. While my daughter buckled Aria in the car seat, I got in the passenger seat and rolled the window down. After more than an hour of shopping, my feet hurt.
While sitting there, an ornery looking woman stood next to the car beside us, waiting for her elderly mother who was pushing their cart to the corral (she refused to let her daughter do it). As the woman stood there she said, “It’s too hot.”
Me being me, I said, “I know. I’m already missing snow and windchills.”
We then had a very nice conversation about how we’re in the minority and can’t talk about how much we hate hot weather because the summer loving majority don’t care for those who prefer cooler weather. By the time we pulled out, not only was the ornery expression gone but she’d even smiled and laughed a few times – especially when I told her I have an aunt who seems to blame me for winter.
Sometimes, I think there really is an extrovert hiding somewhere inside me, fighting to get out. Other times, I wonder if something in my brain takes it as a challenge of some kind. “Not going to talk to me? We’ll see about that!” And then I think maybe it’s just that I don’t like to see people unhappy so I try to cheer them up.
Honestly, I don’t know. It depends on the day. It’s probably the second thing. I always have enjoyed a good challenge. 🙂