How We Recharge Our Batteries

One thing of having the Hubby being an Introvert and me being an Extrovert is that when we have a lousy day (and believe me, today the Hubby and I had a lousy day — Hubby because of bureaucratic hell at work that damn well feels like persecution, me because of fighting to stay coherent in order to teach my “hard day” of teaching — that is, six hours of teaching in straight, unbroken sequence while still recuperating from upper respiratory infection), how we recover from having a lousy day is exactly opposite to each other.

The Hubby recharges his batteries by being at home, quietly sitting, while either reading or just communing with nature, smoking his pipe. His method makes me want to crawl out of my skin as I start fidgeting around the house, which drives *him* to distraction because he craves solitude.

I recharge my batteries by being somewhere other than at home, being active or actively in conversation with another, surrounded by noise, talk, and/or music. When I can’t go anywhere, I put on music with the volume as high as possible and end up talking to myself like some madwoman, a method which makes the Hubby want to exile himself into the quietest place in the house — either outside or his music room — which drives *me* to distraction because I crave company.

We usually end up compromising, like tonight, when the Hubby spent the evening reading on the sofa while I spent the evening visiting my folks in Grand Prairie and then hung out at my old alma mater, drinking cheap cappuccino, reading Harry Potter, and chatting with a student or two who noticed I wasn’t studying but reading Harry Potter. I don’t know whether that’s necessarily a good compromise, but it’s been that way for as long as we’ve been together.

What’s funny is that, in our public lives, the Hubby is gregarious while I tend to be shy, a paradox certainly — a gregarious introvert and a shy extrovert. But you can see, in how we recharge our batteries, just who’s the introvert and who’s the extrovert. You can almost *see* the Hubby’s energy levels increase as he goes within himself while you can certainly see my energy levels increase when I connect with somebody.

And today, certainly, what with trying to recover being sick and fatigued, I got tired of being sick and fatigued, being cooped up in the house, not training, not hanging out with friends — and so, I set forth, outward this evening, and I feel much better than I have been in a week.

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About lizardqueen

If single-mothering were a paid job, I'd be rich. However, it doesn't, so I write (which doesn't pay the bills) and teach (which does). I'm overly-educated in the liberal arts, but that doesn't hinder my ability to be pragmatic and realistic. YAY.
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