I dare to call myself a naturist even though I am not nude all the time. When I am nude, I am typically by myself. When I am nude with others around, typically it is just with my wife. On occasion, I am nude with a few others present, if only for a short while, with people who are neighbours who are used to this eccentric old man who keeps losing his clothing. A few times a year, I meet others at what I could best call my home naturist club, Green Haven Sun Club.
I’m an introvert. Typology I test as an INFP, the rarest kind of personality type. Even though there aren’t that many of us, it seems that it isn’t so rare for writers, being an introvert. For many of us, it is about finding our voice and celebrating it. Like other introverts, making friends is a slow process. We count ourselves lucky to have one friend in the face-to-face world which seems to be overloaded with extroverts, people who gravitate to people and know how to hold their own and often even become the centre of attention because of their personalities.
I have one very close friend, my best friend, the woman I married. I can’t imagine life without her. In the face-to-face world, I have friendly neighbours. How friendly would they be to me if my wife wasn’t in the picture? Likely they would still be just passing faces who say hello when passing on the street. Yet, because of my best friend, they have become my friends as well.
Thanks to social media – don’t you just love that term? Social media – I have found other friends. Somehow, I have the energy to “socialize” with a number of others. Three men have become very good friends, two of whom I have now met in the face-to-face world. Meeting them face-to-face has validated what was assumed due to online conversations over the years. A few women have become friends as well, though not to the same degree as the three men. Perhaps it has to do with gender differences, perhaps it has to do with me, or them. The fact that I am a man who is married might also figure into that equation. I’ll likely never find out.
Yesterday, I got to meet the second of the three men whom I count as friends. These two men are both authors with whom I have been in conversations with for six years. The third man is a newer friend. Somehow, I have the feeling that sometime in the future we will meet as well.
There are other men and women who are more distant friends. Strangely enough, all are naturists. Perhaps over the years, more of them will gravitate to becoming closer friends. Now as I think of it, I realize that I am now blessed with friends, a strange feeling for an introvert.