I have a holiday-induced introvert hangover, but I still had to write. Writing is how I get through things like an introvert hangover. But I could barely focus, so I did what I could and dug up some old random thoughts.
Yes, I am an introvert. Yes, I prefer my inner world than the outside world. I still want to participate in conversations. I struggle with how to do that.
And what is wrong with them, those wacky non-drinkers, that they can’t moderate? Surely one drink will not be the end of their world. The irony of me questioning the non-drinking of others is not lost on me. But those were the questions that the old me would ask.