Peak Introvert Paralysis, PIP, is a real thing, imo, and now you have named it. Lol.
Just from this here commenter, I want to say I never expect you to reply. I offer my thoughts and reactions and feelings to your writing because I think you are interested in it. But I also get how writing—and at heart, being—is not conducive to allowing too much of the outside in. I don't know if this is a writerly thing or an introvert thing, or both. I only know I have gone on what might best be described as social benders, feeling very good about all of the socializing at first before having a sense of getting saturated with the presences of others. Then what results is a great self-preserving need to step back from everything to hear my own voice clearly again.
I keep coming back to your writing not because I want to give you my own words but because it gives something to me and I simply want to do my best to let you know in what ways and what that means to me.
At this time of year that can be so beautiful and full and desolate all at the same time, I wish you to experience it on whatever terms you set or settled on.
Thank you for naming what I was feeling, without understanding, about being peopled out. It is good to know it’s not just me. I am also trying to hit the reset button, but I’m struggling a bit to face the return to “normal” and wondering if I might not make a slightly different path. We’ll see.
In the meantime, thank you for the beautiful poem and for reading it out loud. Always such a pleasure to have your voice along for company as I stumble through the first bit of the day. 💜
Just continue to soar in your successes and read to me occasionally.
Your funny and provocative, deeply detailed stories have taken me to places that Southwest or any other airline, or boat, or hike could never. And for that, and I think other readers, we thank you deeply.
Merry Christmas Marya,
If you run into Tom Waits at a diner, please give him a hug from me.
Being peopled out IS A THING … for real!
It happens to me at least twice a month, (and more often on tuesdays, or was that mondays?)
I grok you. And send along a wish for joyous holiday time.
Peak Introvert Paralysis, PIP, is a real thing, imo, and now you have named it. Lol.
Just from this here commenter, I want to say I never expect you to reply. I offer my thoughts and reactions and feelings to your writing because I think you are interested in it. But I also get how writing—and at heart, being—is not conducive to allowing too much of the outside in. I don't know if this is a writerly thing or an introvert thing, or both. I only know I have gone on what might best be described as social benders, feeling very good about all of the socializing at first before having a sense of getting saturated with the presences of others. Then what results is a great self-preserving need to step back from everything to hear my own voice clearly again.
I keep coming back to your writing not because I want to give you my own words but because it gives something to me and I simply want to do my best to let you know in what ways and what that means to me.
At this time of year that can be so beautiful and full and desolate all at the same time, I wish you to experience it on whatever terms you set or settled on.
❤️
Well said.
🙂
Thank you for naming what I was feeling, without understanding, about being peopled out. It is good to know it’s not just me. I am also trying to hit the reset button, but I’m struggling a bit to face the return to “normal” and wondering if I might not make a slightly different path. We’ll see.
In the meantime, thank you for the beautiful poem and for reading it out loud. Always such a pleasure to have your voice along for company as I stumble through the first bit of the day. 💜
Please,
No need to reply.
Just continue to soar in your successes and read to me occasionally.
Your funny and provocative, deeply detailed stories have taken me to places that Southwest or any other airline, or boat, or hike could never. And for that, and I think other readers, we thank you deeply.
Merry Christmas Marya,
If you run into Tom Waits at a diner, please give him a hug from me.
Happy Solstice Marya!
Hope the peace. returns to you a thousandfold. Enjoy unplugging.