Woah - How did I get here?

Oh..... hi.....✋😊


You probably found me via a search for either 'Introvert' or 'Extrovert', right?
Yeah, I'm a little bit obsessed with both concepts since discovering I was an Introvert at the tender age of Forty-three... (I'll get to that story later)

If you're an Introvert living with an Extrovert, read on to discover how it's not you, it's everyone.


- If you're an Extrovert living with an Introvert, stop rolling your eyes ( I saw you!), and read on, cos you're about to get the best insight into how to better understand your OH and discover that what you consider to be 'wrong with them', is actually just different to you, but applicable to about half of the world, so maybe you should listen up - chances are half the people you interact or work with are also Introverts, and it might just be the learning experience that helps you get that next promotion...
Cos we are EVERYWHERE! 😉

Would have been good to understand a bit sooner why I've been so tired for a large part of my life, but I suppose it's only really become relevant since I got married to a very 'extra' Extrovert in 2002, and had to change my occasional (sorry - wrong word - should have said 'frequent'...) tendency to

  • come home Friday night from work,
  • consciously (& deliciously!) lock my flat/apartment door,
  • put the chain on,
  • put the double-lock on,
  • take my shoes off,
  • put my PJs on,

and just sit.... (🍷 yes, sometimes there was red wine, ..ok let's be realistic - 🍷🍷🍷🍷🍷🍷.....and the omnibus edition of Sunset Beach.... mind-numbing - but also the.best.feeling.ever...😆) 


And after some time (depending on how busy my work week had been, sometimes it could be Monday morning at 7am...), I'd arise from my battery charger (sofa), unlock all the doors, and be ready to TAKE ON THE WORLD!!
Like, literally, BURSTING with energy and enthusiasm and ideas, and more energy and more enthusiasm and more ideas.......


Then.....

I met my soulmate in 1998, and after a year or so of a 'long-distance relationship' we started spending more and more time together, and sometimes I wouldn't feel quite so energised after my weekends any more....

Like the first time he invited me to meet 'some of his friends'......
about 100 of them!.. Ok, it was probably about twelve people, but it was a huge ceilidh (if you've not been - Scottish music, lots of insane dancing - click here to see what fun it is for an Introvert 🤣) at a huge venue, and I'd never met any of them before, and was completely terrified, and almost ran away.......

I spent much of the night probably looking like I didn't want to socialise with them (hiding in the almost empty public bar), when really, I was just totally overwhelmed with the newness of all these personalities....!


They were (they are!) a fantastic group of individuals, but as a massive posse of personalities, they had me feeling like I should run for the hills! And I love ceilidhs, but only when I can choose to sit in the corner and watch from afar...


Fast forward 18 years, and it's all under control (reasonably...), but oh the stories I could tell about the journey......
And I will.......

Welcome to the beginning of my ramblings, and the end of the intro......


Location: Queensland 4178, Australia

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