Growing up I can remember my mom describing my older sister as a social butterfly. That was an appealing image to a little girl like me whose favorite word was glitter. A social butterfly sounded pretty. Besides, I spent most of recess time in preschool flapping my arms around being a butterfly. But when it comes down to it, and when I'm mature enough to face the truth and be who I am, I am not a social butterfly. Not even close. I don't hate people. But, given the choice, I'd much rather curl up with a book or a movie than be forced into a social situation. Still. I don't mind socializing with people I'm already comfortable around, but throw me into a crowded room at a party and I'm likely to retreat. A cabin in the woods for a week with just my family, nature and some enormous stacks of books sounds like a dream vacation. A cruise sounds like a nightmare to me. Forced socialization, although with everyone being the newbie, maybe it wouldn't be so horrible. Maybe.
Just some random thoughts.
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