I’m what you’d probably call an extroverted hermit… if that was a thing. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
You see, during the week I spend a lot of time with other humans and I rather enjoy it.
I make the small talk.
I do the banter.
Sometimes I even listen to Narelle from accounts talk about her son Nigel’s athlete’s foot. It’s been a fascinating journey.
But on the weekends I retreat into my cave.
My cave is an apartment in the inner west of Sydney that features a very comfy lounge, a very good boy named Vinnie, and a large TV with all the appropriate streaming apps.
When I get home at the end of my week, I immediately remove my bra.
I then sit down in front my TV.
I watch Netflix while scrolling through Instagram and occasionally liking memes about people scrolling through Instagram while watching Netflix.
Sometimes I use other… streaming services.
One time I read a book.
I order UberEats for the spring rolls but also for the opportunity it provides my dog Vinnie to bark at someone who is not a possum in the tree outside.
I take my dog to the park for a walk and the sun hurts my eyes.
When I clean my house/do my washing/organise my wardrobe I listen to podcasts about true crime.
Sometimes I go to social events but I usually can’t wait to go home to watch Netflix/watch Vinnie watch the possums outside.
At the end of my weekend I am incredibly satisfied. I definitely think it’s been a weekend well spent.
And I’m not the only one.