thinking about extraversion (defined here as "gets energy from social things") and my specific flavor of it, presented in food metaphor form
- interacting with friends in-person: home-cooked meal goodness
- interacting with friends online: microwave meals. still nourishing but something is missing, texturally/flavorwise
- social media: like eating cheez-its all day every day instead of proper meals. like it's doable, I can survive on it, but I won't be happy. social media is, for me, at its best when I log on briefly to blaugh a bunch of my random orb thoughts and then disappear.
- toxic people: food poisoning. enough said
- people who aren't toxic per se but not for me in one way or another: like a food sensitivity or intolerance
- work meetings/calls: like eating fucking nutraloaf that's also laced with lead. I Actually Would Rather Starve Thanks
- I have said before that my ideal workday involves being locked in a dark quiet room, receiving requests for Things To Make via pnuematic tube and sending back Things I've Made via the same pneumatic tube, with zero interaction otherwise. there are a few coworkers who I find satisfying to work with, and they're more like eating toast with a little bit of butter or jam. the rest of them... they're good people but we just don't Get each other's ways of thinking and it's an uphill struggle
- We Do Not Talk About Administrative Meetings