Keep to Yourself or Be Brutally Stabbed: Creating Solitude as an Introvert

I'm an introvert. Introversion demands solitude. Quite a bit of it, in fact. No matter where I’ve lived, or with whom or how, I always have a ping in the back of my head telling me to run away. To retreat to a quiet spot. To small rooms with doors. Trails that have no on ramps. To places that are cold, wet and uncomfortable, the bitter openness of the Yorkshire Dales, for example. Craggy rocky walls. Expansive, textured sky. And sheep, which notice you but don’t need to interact. In fact, they usually run. Sheep are perfect introverts. But I don’t live in Yorkshire. [...] Continue reading


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