ThisIsMuki

I went out to town today to run errands. In all honesty, as an introvert that no longer really has any societal obligations, I don't leave my house very much.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not socially unable, I'm just most comfortable in my little sanctuary. I could go months without having to emerge, and with groceries and coffee able to be delivered, there are fewer reasons to subject myself to the world. Or so I frequently think.

My wife, on the other hand, she's an extrovert. She is the most introverted extrovert there is where if there are other extroverts around, she gets all quiet, but if she's in a room full of introverts, she's definitely going to be the loudest.

We're pretty different. Although we share some core commonalities, we are opposites in many ways. And I think that's why we work.

She likes to be out in the world, while the thought never really occurs to me. We were talking just the other day about how I never seem to want to go out and every time she does, I simply agree. But something key that I brought up was that even though I may not be incredibly enthusiastic about going out, I never regret it after we do.

And it's true. When we go out, I have a good time, especially because she's with me. I learn new things. I gain new experiences. My world widens just that little bit.

It's definitely exhausting for my brain, but that's the give and take. I know she is going to get cabin fever staying in, and I end up feeling guilty as though I'm trapping a bird that wants to fly.

She's asked me before why I didn't simply go after who is like me. And I've tried before, but the danger of being someone who is so often stuck in his own head, is it's a slippery slope to drag someone else into.

If I met my mirror, I doubt the world would ever see me again.