I would definitely call myself an introvert. At the end of the day, I am always so physically and mentally drained, the next day I wake up already ready to go back to bed. It’s a cycle that repeats endlessly, and the end of the day when I am in bed by myself is the most comforting thing in the world.
Human interaction is a necessary thing and prevents most people from going insane. Many people feed off it and enjoy it. It’s a natural thing to want to interact with others and enjoy the world with others. However, some people can only handle so much of others before it starts to drive them insane. Some people like to talk to others endlessly about themselves and their lives and what goes on around them. Some people are the listeners who enjoy listening to people talk and help them figure out solutions to their problems. And then there are some who enjoy a healthy amount of both listening and talking.
Don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy interacting with other people, but there just comes an extent where I really just want to crawl back in bed and shut out the world. I can only take so much of someone making it all about them and so much listening to what they have to say about themselves. I also don’t really enjoy talking about myself unless I really just need someone to listen to me rant or talk about something I need to talk about. I can really only handle some people for more than a little bit. I’m one of those people who has a select few friends who I hold close and dearly, and to me that’s all I really need. I prefer people who can sit in silence, not feel awkward, and still be content with just the presence of another. Yet, when you need someone to listen or they need you to listen, they have the most insightful and fulfilling things to say.
But, at the end of the day, people drain me, and I need to refill with alone time. That’s why my bed is always my favorite place, because it doesn’t complain, talk back, or annoy.