The Introvert's Dilemma

I cannot “people” any more,

I hit my limit fast.

I’ll run away, I’ll slam the door,

Solitude at last!

A mug, a book, and thou, my dear,

(I’m talking to my cat),

I can flip from party mode

In thirteen seconds flat.

I hit the limit, hit the wall,

Want to hit the sack,

But if you don’t leave me alone

I’ll start to hit right back.

Not trying to be crass or rude,

You just don’t understand,

Go out? Need to be in the mood,

I have to make a plan.

And if the stars don’t all align,

If tea leaves aren’t right,

If Mother Nature gives a sign,

Then I’ll stay home tonight.

I hoard and scrimp and save all week

Enough “deal” to survive,

I grasp my spoons, lest I freak,

On weekends I revive.

So please don’t ask me out, I plead,

It won’t get any traction

Each social situation leads

To felonious interaction.

Find someone else to bother, please,

Or take up a new hobby,

Wrestle cacti, juggle cheese,

Build chainsaws in the lobby.

Now vamoose, desist and scram,

Before I lose my cool,

Need to recharge, and you’re still here,

Go jump in a pool!

Ah, sweet solace! Haven’s mine,

Blessed quiet, peace!

How many times must I decline

To get them to surcease?

Why is it always me they pick?

No matter, anyway,

Wonder how long I can stay home “sick?”

Maybe next Thursday...