Introverts, in contrast, may have strong social skills and enjoy parties and business meetings, but after a while wish they were home in their pajamas. They prefer to devote their social energies to close friends, colleagues, and family. They listen more than they talk, think before they speak, and often feel as if they express themselves better in writing than in conversation. They tend to dislike conflict. Many have a horror of small talk, but enjoy deep discussions.
I am taking 19 credit hours. I work part time. I am section leader of 40 other people. I have to graduate in the spring. I have a capstone project. I have rehearsals and football games. I have fraternity meetings to attend. I have service to complete. I have a lot on my plate.
There are people who take on more then me who breeze though it easily. There are people who would do fine with my stress load. There are people who choose to do much less knowing they could never handle what I do.
But those people are not me. I am me and sometimes I struggle and get stressed and overwhelmed with all that I have to do. Do I worry too much about things that probably don’t matter all that much? Absolutely. But that’s who I am and I’m not going to stop worrying about those little things just because everyone else thinks they’re not important.
Does it affect my relationship with people close/who want to get close to me? Absolutely.
There are reasons I’ve let opportunities, that could have been great, just pass this past year, one being my busy schedule.
A significant other demands time and attention, something I don’t have much extra of.
If you can keep up with me and what I’ve got to do, chances are you’ll be around for awhile. If you can’t, as much as it hurts, I’m going to have to keep moving forward. There are big things ahead of me and I have to take care of myself, set myself up for success as much as I can. I can’t be feeling guilty for that.
I’ve been dealing with my doing my stuff by myself for quite some time now and I’ll continue to do it until I get to a place in my life where I have that extra time and attention to devote to someone if that’s what’s necessary.
I don’t give myself enough credit when it comes to how much of my mother’s independent behavior I inherited.
I’m sorry that I have a million things to think about and worry about and that things slip my mind. And when I do have a free minute, I want to lose myself in something mindless like a game or a book then dealing with real life some more.
I’ve got to think about and take care of myself. I don’t see that as being a bad thing, right?