Always recharge the batteries
But there are days. Ah, yes.. Days where I wish to retract into a shell permanently. Or I long to go back to a time when a man could find some peace and quiet easily and without the noise and bustle of this modern world. I wish for the ability to pick up stakes and move to a country where I may quickly become lost to the world at large and spend my time pondering. Pondering and experimenting. Tinkering with ideas and concepts without having to constantly explain that I am not at the moment grumpy, nor am I intending to be unfriendly, nor rude or shy or anything else that an introvert’s general demeanor can seem to be communicating to the average person. Like any other introverted person, I grow weary of the, “ ” questions. Most days, I just simply say, “Yes, I am fine.” But there are days. It is certain that no man is an island but an introvert like me could make fine, fine use of his own island.
As I step back and look closer at this (what with it being “one of those days”) I can see plentiful causal factors. I work in Corporate America, now more akin to ‘Extrovert or Go Home’ territory... [W]hen an introvert has no autonomy—when he doesn’t actually have a place of his own, his own vehicle, etc.—then he feels dependent on others which means more interaction with others which means less energy left at the end of the day in his “people reserves” tank which he must refill often in order to thrive in this world...
On days like today there remains only one feasible choice for an introvert in an extrovert world: