I like people, although I think I prefer people as a concept to the corporeal specimens in general. But I lack some social skills or instincts or something. I noticed today when Victoria was in her ice skating lesson that parents were talking to each other--for the entire hour. I might say a sentence or two if a situation warrants, but I always bring a book and I'm happy to have the time to read. Working, I was always dealing with people but now I can hole up and not converse with an adult for days. Weeks. That's no good, is it? I feel as though I should mind this more.
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I was born into a family of four, the only extrovert. My best friend since first grade, an introvert. My boyfriend of four years professes to hate people.
I am the most social person I know. I love to plan and coordinate social events. I could talk your ear off. People just make me grin.
It took me twenty years to learn to be okay with being alone, and it's taken me the following eight years to completely respect those who aren't social extremists.
Anway, in my world it's 75% of my acquaintances. You can't be wrong.