I know I'm not that old, but there are some definite signs I'm getting older. And by getting older, I mean, becoming slightly cantankerous.
For example, what's up with this?
Or is it?
Yahoo keeps going back and forth. I never know what I'm going to get when I launch their site to check my email. It's really kind of annoying. I know I'm getting old, because it annoys me. This wouldn't have annoyed me a few years ago. Now it annoys me. Ergo, I'm getting old.
Yo, Yahoo! Make up your friggin' minds already. Sheesh.
Another sign I'm getting older? People wear me out. I get peopled out a lot faster than I use to.
When I was younger, I was more extroverted. I drew my energy from being around, in the midst of, and engaged with people. Lots and lots and lots of people. People, people, people. Everywhere. All the time. PEOPLE!
Now? Now I have to choose my people participating moments carefully, because people tucker me out. I still enjoy socializing and I have a great time when I get together with people--especially people I know and love--but by the end of the evening or whatever, I'm done.* I want my quiet corner, my down comforter, and a good book or crossword puzzle. Maybe some quiet music in the background.
The holidays--between Thanksgiving and New Years--leave me especially peopled out. Between the shopping and the parties and the family gatherings and the festivizing, I find myself getting to New Years and not wanting to see or interact with anyone. I want everyone to please.go.away.now.
Yep, I'm a crank.
Those four paragraphs to say that on the Meyers-Briggs, I've become an I. For introvert.
* Please note, it isn't the people themselves who people me out as much as it's just the interaction and having to "be on" for extend lengths of time. Most of the people I socialize with are delightful, lovely folk who I love seeing and being with. There are a few exceptions, of course. In the case of the not so delightful and lovely among us, I walk away. Again, that makes me a crank.