As an introvert, it’s hard for me to socialize. It’s gets overwhelming and I have to retreat.
Yesterday I had two very different social situations.
The first was a quick geocaching get-together for celebrate Canada Day and earn the Where’s Signal Canada badge. It was a fairly large turnout. Not what I could consider a crowd though. I haven’t kept up with the geocaching community, but there were a few people I recognized. They either didn’t recognize me, didn’t notice me, or didn’t bother me with. I spoke to a couple of unfamilar people and it was all very friendly. However, I felt like an outsider, watching this group of people with an common interest interact.
I do that a lot. Just watch other people’s interactions.
The second get together was a time to art journal with a group of lades, two I know from previous art journaling and online groups, while the other two I had just met. It was a much smaller group. At first, again I felt a bit like an outsider, as the other 4 knew each other and had broken off into their own conversations, but soon we were all chatting, laughing, sharing stories and responding “OMG I feel that same way!” The 2 1/2 hours we ‘hung out’ went by so quickly. I think this is going to become a monthly thing, at least I hope it is!
I haven’t worked in an art journal in so long. I’ve concentrated on painting and sketching (when I do get around to my little art nook) but there’s something free about journaling. Much like a visual sketchbook, I don’t have to share what I do. I can have a public and private journal. I can collage, sketch, paint, scribble, write words, glue found text. It’s a way to dump everything out of my head, and I’ve been away from it far too long.
I have online art friends who I adore, but nothing takes the place of real people in your life. I forgotten how special that feels.