This is a series of posts about Italy, Malta, and Spain that starts here.
On the heels of Valentine’s Day and the last story about my worst trip re-entry ever, and having arrived home late last night from a group trip to Central America, I’d like to wish you all a Happy Valentine’s Day.
The composition of the group tour was typical of other such trips I’ve taken. There were 10 of us plus the guide. It was two married couples, three married people whose spouses hate the outdoors so they had come solo, and three single women. I used to spend a lot more time wondering, “Why are so-and-so married and I’m not?” or wondering if I would meet a guy on one of these trips. It could happen. But all I could think of by the fourth or fifth day was “I want to be alone!”
I’ll write more about this trip once I’ve covered Spain, but for now I just wanted to repeat the theme I’ve written about annually on Valentine’s Day.
According to all the standardized tests I’ve taken, I am an extrovert. I am sure that I’m not. I get along well with people, I think. I like meeting new people. I like spending long blocks of time with certain people. But when I am exhausted or stressed or just need to recharge, I want to be alone. I think that’s the definition of an introvert. Maybe because I’ve always worked in communications and development, I’ve learned to be comfortable being “on.” But come Saturday, all I want is to hang out home alone.
Society has names for introverts: Loner, recluse, hermit, withdrawn, antisocial, wallflower, solitary, shy.
I am struggling to come up with a list of similar negative words for extroverts. The ones that come to mind are neutral or positive: Larger than life. Life of the party. Outgoing. Sociable. Genial. Affable.
Think about it: The police catch a serial killer. The TV news interviews his next door neighbor. What does she always say? “He kept to himself.” As if that explains why he murdered people.
I happened to catch a TV show about eccentric people in Minnesota. Apparently we are number one in that regard. They were interviewing the sister of Frank Johnson, maker of the world’s largest twine ball. When asked what she thought motivated her brother to undertake such an endeavor, her answer was, “Well you know, he never did marry.”
I never have married, but I’ve seen plenty of couples here and while traveling who look miserable together. I just don’t buy society’s message that you have to be partnered to be fulfilled, happy, a valid person, whatever. It’s not that I’m opposed to it, I just don’t believe that being part of a couple fixes life’s problems. It’s like any other of life’s big choices—both being single and being partnered contain different trade offs.
I have often wondered if I could adjust to living with a partner. I think I could; after all I’ve adjusted to living in other countries and had housemates and am in general an open-minded person who is comfortable with who I am. I’m usually good at speaking up for what I want and don’t want, which seems like the basis of good communications.
Yadda yadda yadda. Have a good Valentine’s Day with your sweetie, even if it’s your kid, or a friend, or your mom, or yourself. Lord knows we can use all the love we can get in this angry world.