Don’t invite me, but don’t judge me either.

Linda G. Hill has assigned us the word “social” for today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. Ha! I may not be the best person to write about being social, but here is my two cents worth.

Don’t invite me if you don’t want to, but don’t judge me either. I’m choosy about my social activities. Will there be people I know and like there? Or will we be doing an activity I enjoy? Because what’s the point of going out with people you have little in common with or doing something that’s not fun for you if you don’t have to?

I recharge by withdrawing into isolation and silence. Don’t get me wrong – I love my family, friends and co-workers, but need regular doses of “me time” to sit, walk, read or just reflect. I don’t tell many people that, though, because society places a higher value on the gregarious, outgoing person who hops from one social gathering to another effortlessly.

She never has trouble starting or participating in a conversation. She always looks confident and completely comfortable in any situation. She smiles and laughs a lot. She can talk about almost any topic that comes up (though I suspect she knows just enough about a lot of things to keep the conversation going and is well-versed in only a few things. Kind of like the rest of us normal human beings). It’s exhausting just to watch her.

So, don’t invite me again if you think I’m a drag; but please don’t judge my choices.

 

 

4 thoughts on “Don’t invite me, but don’t judge me either.

  1. I like “choosy” for a description. People seem to believe you’re supposed to accept every invitation that comes your way. Particularly women – we’re supposed to worry about hurting someone’s feelings with the decline, but I think self-care is super important for us.

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  2. Being an introvert is not a flaw! Your gifts and needs are different than those extroverts but no less valuable and worthy. I always felt insecure not living up to my extrovert mother’s standards of social interaction, but I finally caught on and accepted myself for who I was on the inside.

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