So the question asked over here at The Daily Post was:
Do parties and crowds fill you with energy, or send you scurrying for peace and quiet?
Anyone who knows me even a little bit would have to wonder what the heck was wrong with my if I wanted to go to a raging party. I have never really been the ‘party’ type of girl. Or rather, I’ve never been a large crowd party type of girl (we all go through our phases, ya know?) Crowds are one of my least favorite surroundings, with large parties a close second. Large crowds make me nervous, anxious and a little bit panic-stricken at times. And parties do nothing for me. I’d rather stay home and read a book or watch a movie, than have to get dressed up and go make small talk with a bunch of people I’d rather not talk to.
I’ve always been shy and introverted. Some of my friends now will say “You’re so NOT shy!” But that’s because there are few people that I feel 100% comfortable letting loose and being myself around (my seester is my number 1, just FYI). So no, I may not be shy around them now, but guaranteed I was shy until I was comfortable enough to reach that stage of…unshyness? Is that even a word? It is now. It takes me a while to trust people enough to be myself. I’ve never been outspoken, or outgoing, or anything else that requires an out to be put in the front of it. If I could, I’d be a hermit crab so I could just climb inside my shell when I wanted to be left alone. I’d make a killer crab- I’d hermit the heck out of my life. I would.
So the answer is this; Parties and crowds do not fill me with energy. They fill me anxiety, and dread. They would most definitely send me scurrying for peace and quiet, just as fast as my little shell would let me carry myself.