I had a realization tonight. I think I am an extrovert.
Not the life-of-the-party kind, but the needs-to-be-with-people kind.
I’m terrified of people but I also really like them. Big groups, no thanks. But small groups, ok. And one-on-one, especially if it is someone I like, yes, please.
I like going up to the cafe to write. In part because I don’t look up and see dishes/toys/cute faces who I want to play and talk with. And in part because if I time it right, my friend-neighbor will be there with her daughter and my work will turn into coffee with a friend. At the very least, I can chat with the barista and sometimes random cafe-goers if the mood strikes.
What do I do with this realization?