Please tell me I’m not alone here.
Kevin is a farmer. He talks to no one but himself for most of the day.
I am a stay at home mom. I talk to my children and am surrounded by childish chatter all day long.
Kevin is an introvert. He is happiest by himself, or with just the family, or on an infrequent basis, small groups of good friends.
I am an extrovert. I like to be with big groups of people. Small groups of people. Talking to people on the phone while I’m in the car or doing the dishes. Going about my regular life with people.
Kevin feels cranky after an evening of our kids running around with someone else’s kids. Sometimes, he even feels cranky when it’s just our kids running around.
If they are not being disobedient, I love the energy of kids.
Kevin gets done with an evening like that, where the parents are trying to talk and the kids are ‘around’ but not really being bothers, and he’s wiped out.
I finish an evening like that and feel energized and can’t go to bed until several hours later.
Kevin doesn’t talk in big groups. He talks a lot with me, but ONLY IF it is the right time. If he is not in his “talking mindset”, fuggidaboudit.
I like to talk. I could be characterized as a talker. Someone who talks a lot. I talk with my family. I talk with my friends. The people in line with me. The people behind the counter. Sometimes, I even talk to people in elevators!
I don’t understand why he doesn’t like to throw parties.
He doesn’t understand why I like to.
I don’t understand why he thinks it’s a lot of work.
He doesn’t understand why it pays off for me.
There is so much I don’t understand. I love him dearly deeply madly passionately, I respect him immensely and think he is amazing in every capacity and I DON’T UNDERSTAND him and it drives me crazy.
Probably, there’s a reason for this.