“I am an introvert,” a sentence of which so many people have chosen to justify their behavior as they tried to divert themselves from others. As much I hate to admit that I have used it for several times in my early teenage years, I hate whenever somebody is using that sentence, especially when it said often. Whether we are introverts or extroverts, we do need our time alone. And when somebody is asking for one, kindly respect not to push their boundaries. We just have to accept that in life, while we are an important being for somebody, it might not be the case for some others.
It was one of the things that I learnt during the pandemic, when we have been forced to isolate ourselves from the crowd that we already accustomed to. So much so, that everyone is forgetting the introvert being within and finding ourselves being unnecessarily involved in someone else’s life. Especially when it comes to covid. It doesn’t matter who the person is, we just have to know. Selfish, but in hindsight, we have so many free times now.
Thus, in the middle of stressful event as well a constant of unnecessary attention from others, it was exciting to find myself with a couple of summery basket of packages on my front porch this morning, coming from ones that really matter. Movies suggestions, a couple bottle of drinks, sweets and savory dishes, three good books and some thoughtful notes on the side, all they do is nothing but making me want to go, ran outside and being with the people I love and care about.
In truth, while the pandemic is one of the scariest times I have encounter in life, I have never been so comforted by others in isolation. I held the basket tight to keep myself warm and carry on with the day.
“…Though I like to look down at the earth from above, I would miss all the places and people I love. So although I may go I’ll be coming home soon, cause I don’t want to live on the moon.”
No, I don’t want to live on the moon.
The Loudest Backyard 