Being around
a lot of people for all of my working life, co-workers and customers, I learned
to behave as an extrovert. Got good at it. But as a card-carrying introvert, I
need more down time, more alone, recovery time, than most.
I’m the guy
who goes to a party and wonders how soon I can leave. Most people dream of
their upcoming vacations, leaving home for destinations they believe will take
them away from their daily lives, far from home. The grass is greener syndrome.
Not for me.
Home is my happy place, warm & reassuringly familiar. On vacations or
family get togethers, I love seeing everyone, but I’m always counting-down the
days, happy when it’s time to head back. Home to my lair.
In full
retirement five years ago, I mostly looked forward to not having to leave the
cave at all.
That became
unhealthy on many levels.
When Carla
was out working, I started drinking too much. If she was out of town on an assignment,
I often went several days without hearing any other voice than my own, talking to
the dogs. A little step into crazy town. Knowing it had to stop, I banished alcohol
from my own house, and decided to try a different approach. That’s when I wound
up at our local Amvets club, a veteran’s group, with a bar. One, maybe two
drinks and out. That’s been almost every day for the last four years.
But here’s
the thing I didn’t expect…it was the people there that saved me. The comradery
of a familiar group that comes from all walks of life. A Bell curve of varied lifestyles, beliefs and approaches. So
refreshing. Very quickly our differences fade into the background as our common
ground, Veterans, and community, takes the stage.
A few
drinks, some laughs, the football game, poker, bingo. The bright machines with
flashing lights that call out to people looking for a little Vegas action. Old
reruns of Wagon Train over here, Pandora country music over there. Didn’t that
guy go on to star in Gunsmoke? Checking in on how the knee operation went,
maybe a new house or dog. I’m sorry to hear about your brother.
Congratulations,
support, sympathy, friendship.
Excited that
the oyster roast Ed pays for out of his own pocket every year is coming up
soon. A Christmas dinner today. Karaoke laughs every Saturday. The bingo, the
endless dishes that the ladies group puts out for every event…all more nourishing
than just food or drink.
It's family,
and at this point in my life, on the day-to-day, it’s my fresh air and
sunshine, even though it’s inside a darkened bar that smells of smoke. Swapping
the latest stories, going for a laugh…it means everything to me.
Many, many
thanks to my AMVETS group. Humanity without division. We’re all more alike than
different.
I needed
that.
Can I buy
you a beer?