Thursday, September 21, 2006
New Beginning 121
I sometimes become a hermit on the weekends.
It’s not that I’m anti-social. I like people a lot. Just last Friday night my roommate and I had twelve friends over and we all watched Beauty and the Beast and sang along. I don’t care what anyone says, Beauty and the Beast is perfectly acceptable for a college audience.
It’s just that I’m an introvert (and proud, dammit), and being around people makes me tired. Not sleepy, y’know, but “I’m going to kill someone if I don’t get peace and quiet right now” tired. So the weekends are my time to relax, and try to get some work done. Although, I admit it, sometimes not so much with the getting work done thing. I blame… uh… Neil for that. Yeah, I’ll blame Neil. He’s not here to defend himself, anyway, and he does have an annoying tendency to show up right when I’m about to get some Latin translated to try to drag me out of exile.
But I like my exile. I like my introvertedness and my hermitness. I could talk about them - and myself - until I'm hoarse. I love my own company, and that of anyone who wants to listen to me. Or even just look at me. But don't bother me, that's all I ask. Because, as you can tell, I'm really a quiet sort, given to classical pursuits.
Maybe I just like the word "introvert." Introvert. It sounds, y'know, classy. It's from Latin. I suppose you could call me an adolatent, an adolescent late into the time when I should be a grown-up.
So anyway, today Neil knocks at my door. He has that big dumb Neil grin, and he's holding a copy of Cinderella in one hand, Bambi in the other. I look at my Latin homework, consider kicking his ass for interrupting me yet again.
But I can't deny my inner longings.
It's party time, Disney style.
Continuation: Kate Thornton, Sarah
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