Alone(ly)

I’ve always wondered what it’s like to be the “life of the party”, to be the kind of person who never had trouble striking up AND sustaining a conversation. As you may have surmised from my pevious posts, I’m not exactly the outgoing type. There are a few things I like better than awkward first meetings and small talks. I would choose a night at home with a good book over partying in a club in a heartbeat. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a hermit, and I am quite talkative with close friends and family (my mom, especially), but outside my small, safe circle, I’m like a deer in headlights. I can summon my outgoing side when work calls for it, though it takes extraordinary effort on my part and leaves me drained at the end of the day.

For the most part I’m not bothered by my type of personality. I like being left alone; it allows me to regroup, gather my eternally scattered self and reflect on life (a clear euphemism for overthinking, if we’re being honest). I like the fact that I actually enjoy me time – I have no qualms watching a movie or having a meal in a restaurant by myself. Solitude combined with music is my ideal best friend. 

But I would be lying if I said a small part of me didn’t wish to be more extroverted. How my friends are able to converse with other people effortlessly, to make new friends like it was the most natural thing to do, to avert awkward situations with their wit and presence of mind is beyond me. Even though I’ve had my fair share of nights out with random social circles, I’m still the quiet one in the group. I might come off as aloof, but I’m not. I just don’t know how to carry myself in these kinds of situations. Is it something you’re born with? Or is there still a chance for introverts like me to hone these skills?

I suspect it’s a combination of  factors, which holds true for a lot of other things, really. Still, a little help on these things wouldn’t hurt.

Morning woes

This is probably the first time I’m blogging specifically to ask for help. I was initially planning on posting a prelude to my travelog, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

As the title implies, I am not a morning person. At all. It takes a tremendous amount of effort for me to get up early. The snooze button is probably the most overused button on my clock. When I do manage this feat, my mind is nothing but a haze the entire day. Even when it comes to work, I find it difficult to concentrate in the morning. While I’ve managed to address this (tasks that don’t require much brain cells = morning; tasks that need me to actually think properly = afternoon), the fact still remains that I hate getting up early. What can I say? I love my sleep.

Starting late also means finishing at the office late. I didn’t mind at first, but I’ve come to realize that there’s so much more I could do with my time after work (read more books, actually show up early when meeting friends for dinner, etc.) if I left earlier. Like 5 pm. Which means I have to be at work by 8 am at the latest.

QUÉ HORROR!!!

This, my fellow bloggers/dear readers, is where you come in. I’d like to ask for suggestions/tips/advice/ANYTHING AT ALL to help me embrace the morning life. I want to learn to love waking up early so I can get to work early, leave early and spend more time on the things that actually matter.

So, I wait in excitement for whatever you have to offer because I am desperate to change my sleep-wake cycle. Thank you in advance to you wonderful souls. :3