When discussing our grandest aspirations, the societal norm often nudges us toward answers like “Travel the globe!” or “Relax on a picturesque beach with friends!” or “Purchase a sprawling estate to entertain guests!” But what if the thought of constant travel and socializing feels more like a horror story? What if, given unlimited wealth and time, your greatest desire is simply to remain at home, embracing a solitary existence?
For many of us, this is indeed the dream. It’s not about jet-setting to famous landmarks; it’s about snuggling under a cozy blanket in our favorite chair, losing ourselves in a captivating novel. Rather than dining at renowned eateries, we prefer to order in and enjoy the luxury of never having to wear “real” clothes again.
If you’re an adventurous extrovert who craves new experiences, by all means, go forth and explore! Just send us a postcard. But for those of us who are introverted homebodies, who yearn for evenings spent binge-watching Netflix, diving into good books, and enjoying soup delivered right to our doorstep, that’s perfectly acceptable too.
Every time I find myself in an uncomfortable social situation, I long to retreat to the safety of my home and avoid further interactions. The embarrassment can be overwhelming.
Confessionals
Confessional #25854899: I think it’s better for me to stay home and hold my tongue. We recently had a pleasant dinner with a friend, but I’ve learned that something my partner and I said upset her, and she didn’t even mention it. It’s exhausting to deal with this kind of drama. Goodbye.
Confessional #25854894: I consider myself introverted, and I notice that some of my colleagues share this trait. We often outshine our extroverted counterparts in productivity because we aren’t caught up in idle chatter.
Confessional #25854832: I’m done with people. I’m worn out from exposing myself, trusting others, and then getting hurt. I’ve done my part, but at this point, it feels safer to stay home with my child and my cat.
Confessional #19617140: Honestly, sometimes being around others can be exhausting. People can be inconsiderate, especially during a pandemic when they are asked to consider others’ well-being. Others may not be malicious but can still drain your energy with their chatter and endless enthusiasm.
Isolation has been my norm since my youngest was born; it’s simply easier than dealing with a colicky baby and a toddler. This led to social anxiety and postpartum depression, and now I find comfort in staying home.
Confessional #25810125: Just let me be alone.
Confessional #25854849: My partner and son are heading off for Spring Break soon, while I’ll remain home to catch up on work. Strangely, I’m more excited about a week of solitude than they are about their trip to Disney World.
Confessional #25820989: All I crave is to stay home, binge-watch TV, surf the internet, eat, and chat without stepping outside.
Confessional #25801701: Some of us genuinely enjoy solitude and simply want to be left alone. No, we’re not interested in your “candle party,” coworkers—we’d rather skip the grab-bag exchange at the holiday party. No, dear mother-in-law, we don’t want to host dinner. We just want to be ALONE.
Confessional #25854897: The longer I stay home due to lockdowns, the less I want to venture out. This pandemic has turned me into a hermit.
Confessional #25813035: I’m quite spoiled. My partner works while I take care of the kids, who are sweet and intelligent. Even my pets are delightful. Society? I’m done with it; I’m embracing my hermit lifestyle.
Confessional #25852225: At 57, with grown children and a retired partner, I’ve become a homebody since Covid hit. I’m not agoraphobic or depressed—I’m simply content indulging in my hobbies. Socializing? Overrated.
Confessional #25839179: Just because we’re content hermits doesn’t mean we have some traumatic backstory tied to our preference for staying in. It simply means we love our home—our kitchen, our couch, our sanctuary. Hermits gonna hermit.
This upcoming trip has triggered anxiety for me—never experienced it before. I just want to get through it, return home, and forget about it. I only agreed to visit my mother because my father passed away this year. I’m done with it.
Confessional #25854896: I’m already compiling excuses to avoid the holidays. “Flu” is my number one excuse. I really don’t want to endure a miserable time with judgmental people.
Confessional #25854881: I’m indifferent about Thanksgiving. I don’t understand its appeal and dislike the stress it brings. I’m thrilled to have a normal day with my family this year.
Confessional #25806752: I only feel close to three people I’m related to. The rest? Not so much.
Confessional #25854880: Many people thrive on travel, big family gatherings, and social events. That’s wonderful for them. For those of us who cherish solitude, quiet holidays spent at home represent the ultimate gift.
So, if you care about someone who dreads dressing up and socializing, consider giving them a day filled with tranquility, tasty snacks, good books, and solitude. Simply say “happy birthday” or “happy holidays” and then leave them be. That’s truly what they desire.
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Summary
This article explores the experiences and feelings of introverts who find solace in solitude rather than social gatherings. It emphasizes the importance of respecting their preferences for quiet and space, while also acknowledging the societal pressures to conform to extroverted norms.
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