Monday, January 16, 2012

Introversion, Solitude, and TFiOS

"Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, 
and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together
 unless and until all living humans read the book. 
And then there are books…which you can’t tell people about, 
books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection 
feels like a betrayal."


From my own experiences, I have noticed different types of wanting to be alone. While my tendencies usually sway toward the introverted side of things rather than the extroverted, I've never completely defined myself as an introvert. Some may say that's due to my pathological fear of labeling myself, but I have always defined it more as independence than introversion. Nevertheless, I, and I'm quite sure all of you, just want to be alone sometimes.

I've always been fascinated with being alone, or solitude, as it is. Solitude can be helpful, peaceful, relaxing, and it can help you grow mentally, spiritually, and physically. On the other hand, I think we all know solitude can drive us up a wall. When we let our solitude get the best of us, our thoughts start turning unhealthy. Thoughout history we have seen that, with time, people in isolation start going mentally crazy.


"The whole value of solitude depends upon one's self; it may be a sanctuary or a prison, a haven of repose or a place of punishment, a heaven or a hell, [it is] as we ourselves make it." -- John Lubbock

• For me, there's the desire to be alone due to the less attractive alternative. This usually happens when a gathering/party/contrived social gathering is on the horizon. Sometimes this desire to be alone is largely selfish, and should be pushed through. An evening of extroversion is often healthy, needed, and actually tons of fun.

 There's the desire to be alone after you have had a long day or week filled with high levels of extroversion, also known as a desire for recovery time. When this happens, it is most beneficial to give into it. Well, for me. If I don't let myself take a night off and be alone, I will probably be unattractively cranky the next day.

 There's the desire for solitude after big life events or a succession of life changes. This is the reflection period. If I find myself go go going without time to stop, I loose control. Taking time to be alone to reflect on events, pray, center yourself, etc. is probably the most healthy type of solitude.

 And then, there's a desire for solitude that forces you to let it run it's course, like I experienced today. It's the reason I wanted to watch the last Harry Potter film alone, and the reason I didn't want to talk to anybody the rest of the night afterwards. It's the reason that, after you finish a good book, you can't quite deal with exiting the fantasy and entering reality right away.

It's like you need processing time. Your brain needs time to decipher between what you just read and how it's going to apply it do your reality. You need time to remember the fact that the characters aren't, actually, your best friends. You need space to sort out the emotional jaunt these fictional characters just put you through, in order not to seem like an out of sorts human the rest of the day.

Today I finished The Fault in Our Stars, and was definitely forced to let this last one run it's course. So many thoughts to think and things to feel. I enjoyed it, for sure. And, I didn't cry. I know most people bawled, but I promise you I felt it just the same. Just without the waterworks.

I want to go back and define all the words I didn't understand, and post-it note the crap out of it with quotes.

Yeah. I'll go do that. TFiOS - your thoughts?


"You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are."
- Augustus Waters by way of John Green's pen

Tuesday, January 3, 2012


Do you ever think about your life in terms of toiletries?

But see, I'm serious. Do you ever buy body wash or Q tips or shampoo and think about how long you'll have it, or where you'll be in life the next time you need to buy it? I do this all the time. Toiletries make me reflective. I just took a bath. While I used my body wash, I thought about how long I'd had it. Where I was when I bought it and what it has seen me through... good and bad.

Or it's even more easy with something like makeup remover pads or something, because you know 60 will last about 60 days. So when I buy them, I think about where I'll be in 60 days. Like, "Oh, by the time I'll get through these I'll know the answer to (fill in life question here.)"





Oh, dear.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Birthdays: 21st Edition


I had an awesome 21st birthday.
But, I was sick.


The day before my birthday got a hotel room and hung out with two of my friends from my previous college. We did strange things like tour biospheres and make friends with turtles. We did fun things like continue my tradition of eating out at the Brewers stadium and having red bull slushies. We took full advantage of the pool, semi advantage of the hot tub (as it was about 20 degrees above a safe temperature to have a human body immersed in for longer than a second) and tried to have fun. 

Then I got an awful sour stomach and awful chills. 

Before I go on, I must inform you. This was not because of alcohol. I had had about a half a glass of wine and 1/4 of one of those fluffy Smirnoff raz things that are pretty much juice.

But, this was fine. I had the chills for about 2 hours, it stunk, I slept, I woke, all better. Happy Birthday to me.

I spent my birthday with my sister and her boyfriend, then, and they took me to my very first roller derby. You know, like those things in Whip It? Yup. A full out, real life roller derby. They bought me a beer, I got a wristband for it, and watched women skate with an ability I will never have. It was awesome, don't get me wrong, I just didn't feel well.

One sip.
"Do you like it? It's my favorite kind."
Two sip.
"Yeah, it's... nice."
Three sip.
"Do you want another beer?"
"No, I'm good."
Oh look, another beer.
One sip.
Oh, come on. My sip was larger than that.
Two sip.
Seriously? This cup is seriously not that large.
Perhaps if I just tuck it under my seat no one will notice.

Cue chills. Mad, painful, body aching chills.
Cue ignoring.
Cue shout out from the MC... something along the lines of "Allyson, future roller derby legand's 21st birthday."
Cue forgetting to be embarrassed on account of the fact that my body was shutting down on me.
Cue going home and leaving two half empty cups of beer.

So, turns out I don't like beer so much.

That night was spent drinking apple cider, shaking, covered in 3 layers of blankets, and watching Family Stone. But it was nice. Fitting, really, seeing as that's more me than anything, really.

The next morning, the morning after my 21st, I went to my nephew's Christmas program service. Try convincing someone that a headache, body aches, and sour stomach is legitimately from a flu bug on the morning after your 21st. Because, like.. haha. It's like you're hungover! Hah. Heh. HA. Mmk. 

Plenty of Zantec, Advil D, Tylenol, Pepto, and 6 days later... I was healed.

Finally, a few nights later we went out for a friend's 21st after my high school's Christmas concert. That night ended up being a celebration for both of us. Free sangria, balloon, bar experience and all. The picture above is from that evening. My roommate and bestie TOA* and I. 

Anyway, Happy New Year, guys. :] 
Did you watch Dick Clark? He's still orange.


Ian Axel - This is the New Year

Right now I'm reading Will Grayson, Will Grayson for the first time. It's strange reading street names and being able to picture them exactly how they actually are in my head. Down to something as detailed as a park bench on such and such a corner. Enjoying it, for the most part, thus far!

xxx

*The other Alyson


Ps. Okay, okay, after a good number of years ignoring this Doctor Who thing (which, as Kristi so nicely corrected me is "Doctor" as opposed to "Dr." :] ), consider myself convinced. I will start it. Soon. 
Pps. I also love New Girl, but I feel as though Zooey's character is actually the worst one right now. Her character has one characteristic: quirky. They need to start giving her some depth, or something, real quick. Thoughts?