December 08, 2017
I’m a shameless introvert. I’m happy to bide my time at home with paints, yarn, writing, Netflix, and my brother and sister (and maybe even spend time with my boyfriend). Interacting with others does not provide me with “social energy” or a “recreational pick-me-up.”
Christmas is my kryptonite.
As a member of a large family, there are always several gatherings to attend during the holidays. My boyfriend also comes from a large family, which adds to the many family functions and awkward small-talk that I get to fail at during the holiday season.
Unlike co-workers, family cuts right to the chase, and start asking probing intimate questions right off the hop. There are often no distractions from the antics of inebriated aunts or uncles, and more often than not, I end up eating something I’m allergic too because it’s the holiday, and everyone is more relaxed in their cooking (even me).
Gatherings make me uncomfortable. I keep to myself in a crowd.
I think I’ll bring my knitting to Christmas this year. Between the four dinners, I should be able to make a whole pattern.
I love my family, and I love seeing them. I simply prefer them in small doses.