Stocking up…on solitude

Solitude is fine but you need someone to tell that solitude is fine.
–Honoré de Balzac

If you’re lonely when you’re alone, you’re in bad company.
–Jean-Paul Sartre

I’ll read my books and I’ll drink coffee and I’ll listen to music, and I’ll bolt the door.
–JD Salinger

As someone who tilts pretty strongly to the introverted side of life, there is something I’ve noticed that a lot of people don’t understand about introverts. Two things, actually:

1. Being introverted isn’t the same thing as being shy, though many introverts are also shy.
2. Being introverted doesn’t mean someone doesn’t enjoy people, it just means that they prefer to take their people in smaller doses.

An introvert doesn’t feel more energetic after being around groups of people, but gets mentally drained. After I spend time with a large group of people, particularly if I don’t know many of them, I’ll need to spend some time on my own before I’m quite right again. I need to recharge. I think that’s probably the biggest difference between introverts and extroverts, and also the biggest potential source of conflict. An extrovert gains energy from being around people, and an introvert loses energy. If we don’t understand that about each other, it can lead to problems.

Extroverts often don’t understand why the introverts are hiding in their room reading when the party is still going on. Or why they don’t want to go to the party in the first place. Since they feel more energetic after spending time with groups of people, it’s easy for them to assume that there’s something inherently unsocial about someone who doesn’t feel the same way.

Introverts don’t understand why the extroverts always want so many people around all the time. It’s easy for me to assume that there’s a flaw in the character of someone who can’t seem to have a good time on his own, but always needs to be surrounded by tons of people.

An introvert wonders what the extrovert is hiding from himself by avoiding solitude. An extrovert wonders what the introvert has to hide from other people.

If we try to understand how we each operate, we can be a source of support to each other. An extrovert can draw me out, bring me out of my comfort zone. I can help an extrovert get to know himself better, bringing some introspection into his life, bringing him out of his own comfort zone.

Each social type has its own strengths and weaknesses. Neither is inherently superior.

As a shy introvert, I spend a lot of time alone. By choice. I need it. It was only recently that I began to figure out that it wasn’t because I am weird or because I don’t like people. I’ll always need to balance my need for solitude with a need for what other people bring into my life.

How do you deal with an introvert? Easy. If I’m at a big party with you and I seem to be spending too much time watching the proceedings from a distance, check in with me and ask if I am having a good time. If I am smiling and I seem OK, and I tell you I am enjoying myself, then I probably am. Many introverts enjoy watching people interact. We like listening to the extroverts perform. We’re observers. If you’re a life of the party type, I probably also love watching you do your thing. Chances are I’ll even find a few people to talk to one on one.

If there are people at a party who I know and like, I will have a good time. introverts just enjoy large groups in a different way from extroverts. We prefer to see people in smaller quantities, but we can deal with the occasional big bash and have a great time. In our own way.

Unless the party sucks. No one likes a party that sucks.

One of the things that is the most annoying to me is when people assume that I am no fun because I am initially quiet. I hear “have you always been this funny?” a lot. And yes. I have always been this funny. You can be funny and quiet. People who step away from the crowd and talk to me will find that out. Unlike most extroverts, a shy introvert tends not to perform for strangers. A lot of times, the things I say are not heard because it’s hard for people to listen in a crowd. It is very hard for me to chat with people I don’t know. I feel awkward. I can’t think of things to say. It’s not because I am stupid or boring, it’s because I am shy. I do the best I can, but I suck at it. Maybe I should get a button to wear that says “I’m not a boring snob, I am just socially awkward.”

That itself would be socially awkward, I know.

It really helps when my more extroverted friends realize that after a weekend with a big group of people, I will be a little quieter than usual for a few days. I won’t leave the house. I’m not depressed. I am not being withdrawn. I am just getting my mental energy topped up again.

If I go somewhere with a group of friends and leave the group for a few hours to curl up with a book and they understand that it doesn’t mean that I think they are boring? If they leave me alone because they understand?

Heaven.

If you can respect my craving for time alone, I will respect your need to be around people and understand that you find it as energizing as I find it draining. If you can spend time with me talking and reading just the two of us, then I might even learn to love you.

What I love about Buffy the Vampire Slayer…

Willow: Buffy, earlier you agreed with me about Thanksgiving. It’s a sham. It’s all about death
Buffy: It *is* a sham. But it’s a sham with yams. It’s a yam sham.
Willow: You’re not gonna jokey-rhyme your way out of this one.

I am not a big TV watcher in general. I read a lot. I scribble a lot. I watch old movies a lot. I have a job. It doesn’t leave me much time for TV. There are shows that I enjoy, but i don’t typically have strong feelings about them.

Back in the 90’s, one of my friends got me hooked on the show Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It is one of the few TV shows I am completely nuts about. I have seen every episode. I own the series on DVD. It’s queued on all of the streaming subscriptions I have. It is my go to whenever I am depressed, or sick, or just feel like binging on TV. Like on a rainy post-Christmas day when I don’t feel like doing any of the things I am supposed to be doing.

So, I lit a fire, put a pot of soup on, and had a bit of a marathon.

Other people have already written everything that needs to be said about what makes Buffy so great. The clever writing. The excellent cast. The genius of the show’s creator, Joss Whedon.

One of my favorite things about the show is that it will often take a feeling and “what if” it into a whole episode.

People often feel like they are invisible. What if they really were?

In Season 7, one of the main characters, Willow, has gone through an Evil Witch phase, but gets sent off to England to be rehabilitated. She returns to town from Evil Witch Rehab, and both she and her friends have reservations about if she is really ready. No one, including Willow, is quite sure she can be trusted.

Willow has always tended to feel invisible. She’s the show’s awkward smart girl, the most socially invisible type of teenager. In this episode, she really becomes invisible, at least to her friends. She can’t see her friends and they can’t see her. It leaves her both emotionally and physically vulnerable.

Throughout the episode, Willow is looking for her friends (who are trying to figure out why she never got off her plane from England) and assumes they are still mad at her about the Evil Witch thing.

The show takes the vulnerability you feel when people don’t see you on an emotional level and plays it into the actual physical danger that occurs at least in part because people can’t see her. In this case, Willow is captured by a skin-eating demon. Her friends don’t see her, so they don’t know she’s in danger.

Eventually, they kill the demon and are all able to see each other again. Although they are all still a little unsure if Willow is completely trustworthy, they realize that they still love her and want to be supportive.

So what?

Well. Do I have to have some sort of theory about everything? Can’t I just like the show?

Yeah. There really should be some sort of connection to something, shouldn’t there…I suppose the connection is just how much I have been thinking about trust lately. How much I think about feeling invisible in general.

It’s always good to know that my issues are the same ones that every 15 year old has.

I’m not 15?

Well, fuck.

Does that mean I have to get new and improved adult problems???

The wisdom of fairy tales

Anna: But, lucky you, it’s-it’s just me.
Hans: Just you?
–Frozen

Conceal, don’t feel..
Don’t feel, don’t feel, don’t feel.
–Elsa/Frozen

I had a dream that I was fine
I wasn’t crazy, I was divine
–Lana Del Rey/I Can Fly

There are not many movies that bring up emotional responses like Disney movies. People ding them for the whole princess-happily-ever-after thing, but there’s a lot of real stuff in fairy tales, too.

Like locking yourself in a tower of your own creation.
Closing doors against the people you love.
Caging up your true self.
Hiding your inner truth.
Undervaluing yourself.
Hate.
Envy.
Lies.
Sadness.
Death.

Big stuff.

You don’t think Disney shows life’s deeper side? Let’s watch Bambi and see who cries when his mother gets killed. Right. I thought so. Even the most hardened tough guys cry when Bambi is orphaned. Disney might over do the happy endings, but the movies never shy away from the hard stuff.

Today I saw two movies, both turned out to be about hiding your true self and not recognizing your own true value.

Frozen and Big Eyes.

Only one of them is a fairy tale. The other is biographical. Both are about girls or women who don’t recognize their true worth, who lock themselves away to hide their gifts but who manage to overcome their issues in the end.

In the case of Frozen, a princess with the power of Winter locks herself away to protect her family, shunning her little sister and not telling her why. Eventually she runs away and locks herself into a palace of ice thinking it is for everyone’s good. She doesn’t realize that in running away she has thrown her kingdom into perpetual Winter and doomed her sister. Love is what saves them. For once, though, it isn’t the love of a prince or even a man, but the love of family. Sisters saving each other. The lesson being that love is more important than everything else and love can save you.

In Big Eyes, the woman goes along with fraud in order to placate her husband. She locks herself in her studio painting, never revealing that the paintings her husband is making millions of dollars selling are hers. She locks out her friends and daughter to keep from revealing the secret. She eventually finds the courage to leave her him, but only manages to find the courage to reveal her truth after finding religion. And of course, her gift is the somewhat dubious talent of painting the big-eyed waifs that creeped everyone out in the 60’s. A less satisfying ending to me, because it seems like the message is that she couldn’t quite manage to help herself without divine intervention.

The thing that struck me in both movies was that people get themselves into all sorts of trouble when they don’t recognize their own worth, and when they hide who they really are. I might not be able to create my own palace made of ice to lock myself into, but I have definitely been adept at closing doors and freezing myself out of things. Like in the movies, I needed help to recognize what was wrong and to start un thawing. People had to point me in the direction of recognizing that I am great the way I am and deserve to be treated well now. Not if I am prettier, or less demanding or more something or less something else. Now. The way I am.

I am not “just me” any more than a friend is ever “just a friend.”

Of course, I don’t recognize it all the time, not really…but I am getting there, a little at a time. I backslide a lot. At least now I notice, and catch myself.
If I don’t, there are people who love me who remind me that the only thing wrong with me is that I am human and make mistakes sometimes.

It’s not like I’ve defrauded anyone or cast my kingdom into eternal winter or anything major. No ice palaces or closed doors for me any more if I can help it.

Thank goodness I love in the real world.
Know what, that was a typo and I am letting it stand. I live and love in the real world.

Fairy tales are too harsh for me.