When You Shockingly Relate to Mr. Woodhouse

So I never thought I was like Mr. Woodhouse.

I don't think this really added to the story.

I mean he is a hypochondriac who never eats anything rich as it is bad for the digustion. So not me.

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He won’t go out and pick strawberries, he is always nagging and worrying, freaks out over the littlest storm, just not me.

I don't think so

But then I reread the book…

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And something jumped out at me:

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“Mr. Woodhouse was fond of society in his own way. He liked very much to have his friends come to see him…his horror of late hours, and large dinner-parties, made him unfit for any acquaintance but such as would visit him on his own terms.”

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Mr. Woodhouse is an introvert, just like me. And some of the stuff he does, I do too.

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First of all I don’t really care for big parties.

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I always feel awkward and unsure of what to do. Either I end up at the food table:

Or unsure

Or unsure

Or with children…

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They just seem easier to relate to I guess.

I'm still a kid on the inside.

I’m still a kid on the inside.

I mean if I don’t have a close friend there or if they have left or are too busy talking to someone else I feel awkward and uncomfortable.

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Usually I stay as long as I feel is polite and then get out of there.

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If it is a small group or people I know well, I feel much more secure.

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Like Mr. Woodhouse I like my group of friends that I know well, not a large group. Plans must be made ahead of time as well. I hate when someone just pops over. Usually I am a mess or I am in the middle of something and find it hard to leave.

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Yes, the life of an introvert:

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It’s not that I don’t like people, it is just that sometimes I need my time and space.

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And other days I want to hang, but I just need time to prepare myself for a party.

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For more on Mr. Woodhouse, go to Waiter, There’s Some Disney in My Jane Austen

For more on Emma, go to The Austen Series: Amanda

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The Return of the Verne

So if you have been following the Verne saga, you are well aware of his habit of popping up in random places and trying to talk to me/convince me to go out with him.  I hadn’t seen him in weeks, and was convinced the reign of terror was over. (J/K it wasn’t that terrifying). But it wasn’t over. Just like in Return of the Living Dead, nothing is ever truly over, they only just begin once again.

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So I went to a dance this week, and me and my friends were just cheering and having fun hanging out, when I look across the room and there he was! Verne! I want to be a lawyer Verne.

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I’m not particularly proud of this but I hid away from him, and had my friends run interference for me until he ultimately left. I know that’s mean, but all I wanted was a nice time with my friends and no one to bother me. It was a great night beside that.

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To read the rest of the Verne Saga; check out Flirting With Disaster, Bowled Over, and Bad Penny.