I forget I am an extrovert.
No, really. There is a difference between being outgoing and being an extrovert. I easily convince myself I am the former. But the latter? After a summer spent commuting 3 hours, an isolating semester in Thailand, and the insane burnout that was the start of my 2L year, I forget that people fill me up. And anyway, I’d just as soon curl up with a book. (234 of them since January, to be precise.)
But I spent the last two nights socializing past my usual 9 pm bedtime and let me tell you…I feel energized. Alert. Awake. Enthusiastic.
It is an odd feeling. I’d…forgotten. Forgotten what it feels like to not feel constantly exhausted. Forgotten how to be with people without mentally rehearsing everything I need to do next.
Maybe even forgotten how fun it is to live with someone. It is nice having a roommate. Even one I leave home alone 14+ hours a day.