About Me and This

I am an introvert. Sometimes it is hard for me to verbalize how I feel or what I think. That's not because I don't know how. It's not because I don't want to. It's not because I can't, though that may be closer to why. It's because that's me. If we ever meet in person, and I am not sociable, I want you to know that I do have feelings and I do think-- sometimes an awful lot. I may even like you, but I just may not say it (but I'm working on it).

Now, you mustn't think I isolate myself in a locked apartment and compensate by hoarding. Or growl at kids who stand close. Or growl at parents who fail to control their children. Or growl at people in general.

First, I don't live in an apartment-- but that really wasn't the point-- but is a point that my mind wanders, and it will show up on this blog. Maybe my place is cluttered (I'm working on that too if you count reading minimalists' blogs and storing minimalists/decluttering books and magazines). I leave my home to grocery shop, run errands, and even socialize. I actually have lots of friends. I open up to them... sometimes... maybe. I am married. I jabber to him all the time. He puts up with a lot. And I have three minions whom I love. I'll growl at them, and them at me, and we'll growl together to the point that we don't always notice the crazy, wigged lady (who incidentally has a cart filled with cans of cat food) staring from two aisles over.

I am an introvert. That does not make me Thoreau. This isn't Walden Pond.  This is where I share what's going on with me, the inside me, and all my glorious and inglorious moments.