My name is
Lauren Staley, and I am an extrovert. Dictionary.com defines an extrovert as an
outgoing, gregarious person. Carol Bainbridge, Gifted Children Expert, notes,
“Extroverts tend to “fade” when alone and can easily become bored without
people around.” This statement could not be truer.
This past
Saturday I found myself alone without anyone to hang out with for the first
time in as long as I can remember. Almost all my friends left campus for one
reason or another, and I had to stay around to work Saturday evening. I would
be lying if I said my extroverted self wasn’t somewhat dreading my quiet
Saturday afternoon.
My intense
need to be with people arose freshman year of college. As a freshman, and even
into sophomore year, I suffered from the fear of missing out, or what has been
affectionately shortened to a term used by today’s high school and college
students as FOMO. Just like any college freshman I was scared if I was
sitting in my dorm room instead of hanging out with people I would miss out on
something fun or exciting. It actually
gave me a degree of anxiety to know people might be having fun without me.
By the
middle of sophomore year I had firmly established my friend group and no longer
feared I would miss out on something. However, I had developed a need to simply
be with my friends during any spare moment of the day. Thirty minutes to kill
before a meeting: go see friends. Eating dinner: do it with friends. Absolutely
nothing to do: be with friends. I don’t get hooked on Netflix and my Pinterest
activity goes way down during the school year because instead of during those
kinds of leisurely activities, I would rather be doing something where I engage
with others.
As a senior,
my fear of missing out and need to be surrounded friends has greatly
diminished. I have finally accepted the fact that even if I am not always with
my friends doesn’t change the fact that they will always be there for me.
However, to look at my Saturday schedule and see it wide open with no one to
hang out with made me uneasy.
Even though
it was weird, I managed to fill most of the day doing things I would never do
on a Saturday afternoon. I ate all my meals alone, did homework, scrolled through
the entirety of all newsfeeds of all social media platforms, and even worked out.
Yes, you heard correctly: I worked out, by myself, on a Saturday afternoon. As
fun as it was to be alone for a day, I would prefer not to do it again for
awhile. Call it a curse or call it a gift: I almost never get tired of being
with people; especially all my friends in these pictures who make my life a brighter
place.