BLOG: Confessions of an Introvert

I’m the number one introvert, like, of all time. It’s difficult for me to physically remove myself from my apartment.

I’m not saying I’m lazy. I actually do a lot of stuff in my apartment. It helps that I’m somewhat of a clean freak, but now that I’ve lived in this approximately 12×12 apartment for more than two months, I have painted the places that needed painting and gotten the random trash out from all the areas where normal people keep storage (but the previous tenants thought it was the perfect place to keep bags of trash and unused cots, stuffed wrestler pillows and “X-ibit” bandanas).

With all that done, I’m running low on things to clean, or rather, things that are worth my time and within my mere human ability and life-preserving instincts to clean. For example, I refuse to blindly reach into the scary corners and unlit cupboards. I will not.

So, since I don’t leave my apartmen, very often, I don’t really have any adventures in Vermillion. I go to Ace Hardware and Walmart to get more cleaning supplies and paint from time to time but other than that, I hate to say it, but I don’t get out much.

And now that it’s cold, I don’t ever really feel like getting all bundled. But the first step in getting over a problem is admitting you have a problem, right? So, here I am admitting my extreme introverted-ness. Hopefully soon I will venture out into the bright, cold, outside world and actually have myself a good old American Vermillion Adventure (emphasis mine).