Hello Introvert Self
It was fun to air Extrovert Self for three weeks during the art exhibition. Every two years I take Extrovert Self out of the cupboard, hose her down and trot her out. For the duration of the show I have to keep her scrupulously clean and think about what she will wear each day. She has to sparkle as much as it is possible for her to do. She enjoys herself but gets tired with the socializing nonetheless.
At the end of the exhibition it takes a period of transition (a couple of weeks) to deflate herself enough to fit back into the cupboard. She kind of hangs around for a bit, wondering if she is still required or not. Eventually she understands that her biannual outing is over and goes back in without a struggle.
Hello Introvert Self. You’re back. So good to have you back. Introvert Self likes nothing better than to sit alone in a room for hours at a time and draw. Listening to good old New Zealand music (The Chills) she feels completely at peace with the world.
She is wearing the same daggy clothes day after day. Her hair is unwashed. She is a sight! But she doesn’t care; in fact, revels in it. Introvert Self doesn’t talk much. She immerses herself in her subject matter. She goes for a walk each day and she draws. (And she thinks of Matthew.)
Life is Beautiful!
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