I hate unexpected visitors. I don’t want you to stop by if you are in the neighborhood. If you are going to be driving by, feel free to text or call to see if I’m available, but if I don’t respond just keep driving. Sure it might be fine to stop, but it might not. I’m too polite to tell you to “go away” at my door, but I will quietly seethe your entire visit if you aren’t welcome.
See, I might be naked, fighting with my husband, or naked fighting with my husband. Those things don’t happen all the time, but they do happen. I might be in my introverted shell and while you’ll think I’m lonely, I am not. I enjoy being alone. It’s an infrequent pleasure in my life.
If I’m in the front yard, feel free to wave or honk or slow down for a quick chat, but unless I invite you in, please stay in your car.
I realize this is weird. My extroverted best friends with people skills tell me, “I was in your neighborhood yesterday and I didn’t stop.” I think I’m supposed to feel guilty, but instead I reply, “Thank you.” I know they are trying to illuminate the fun times I am missing, but I am not missing anything.
My house will be a mess if you stop by. I am not a housekeeper. If I don’t know you are coming there will be shoes and backpacks tripping you just inside the front door. The dishes from breakfast, lunch, and maybe dinner the night before will still be on the table – worst case – or in the sink – best case. The cat-box will be dirty and the house may stink. My slovenly ways mean you will judge me and find me wanting. I’ll feel terrible and you’ll feel superior, but I’m sure you can find ways to feel good about yourself without me being involved.
Please, if you are invited, come on over. It’s not that I hate people, or parties, or visitors. But I am descended from, or reincarnated from, peoples who had barriers to keep away invading hordes. The drawbridge must be lowered, the moat monster put away, and the dungeons cleared before honored guests arrive. If guests are expected, I know I won’t need backpacks to alert me of intruders, convenient food left in case I must suddenly flee, or cat poop to fling at invaders from warring tribes. Be confident that if I asked you to come, you are welcome. My house will be clean, my clothes will be on, and the familial fighting will be negligible.
I beg you, don’t stop by. Give me a call if you are in the neighborhood. We’ll meet at the coffee shop. I’d love to see you there.