I like not talking!
I like thinking!
I like observing!
I like reading!
I like working alone!
I like my alone time!
NO, I am NOT a leper! NO, this is not “just a phase.” NO, I am not anti-social! NO, I am not unhappy! NO, crowds will NOT bring me “out of that shell”, matter of fact, crowds make me withdraw deeper into my shell. NO, I am not avoiding you….well, perhaps I am but only if you are being loud and pushy.
Hear me very carefully…I’m an INTROVERT! That just means I process internally (and quietly). I have no need or desire to be gregarious. I cringe at the thought of being expected to be the center of attention or life of the party. In fact, MY idea of a great party is a gathering of my few closest friends (and I do NOT make friends easily), in a quiet setting. I don’t require a horde of loud whooping Barbarians trying to yawp louder than the rest. The friends I have are friends for life. For you see, I take friendship quite seriously.
In my youth, I was that one person everyone liked to have around because I would listen. However, having been branded as that “Sweet Guy” or, worse, “That Nice Guy” pretty much doomed any role for me other than that of listener. I admit that I was bitter and angry about having been shoved into that role, but time has passed and those who shoved me into that role still tend to seek me out to listen. But the people who thought me to be that “Nice Guy” failed to understand (or take the time to inquire) that I am an Introvert and, though I am quiet and withdrawn, I have feelings.
I have come to accept my Introversion and have found my niche. I am an observer of human interactions. Not in that Ice Cream Truck Pervy kind of way, rather I sit on the fringe of the group or party and observe how humans interact with each other. Not much escapes my notice and I have found that humans have the same habits and interactions as Simians.
At a party for example, there is immediately a “sizing up” of the new arrivals. The males of the group begin their puffing up and posturing, which is followed up by the exaggerated sports talk at a loud volume, which includes lots of alcohol consumption complete with belching, scratching, and the none-too-subtle “checking out” of the female attendees (And, of course, every female who is deemed desirable or attractive “wants me). The loud sports talk includes such physical displays as pantomiming a particular sports play considered to have been outstanding. At some point the sports talk will drift into the “who’s got the coolest job” puffery.
The female attendees are not much better in their activities. They immediately “size up” the new arrivals to judge them on their couture, make-up, hair, jewelry, and general physical appearance. Yes, even the females judge each other by the size and perkiness of the bosoms, with such statements as: “Those CAN’T be real!” or “Someone’s bought a new set” or “That poor dear couldn’t nourish a mosquito, much less attract a REAL man.” And, yes, though the females may hide (or think they are hiding) they scratch, pick, and adjust just like the males.
While I realize that these observations reveal stereotypes, the human works very hard trying to make other humans think they are not human. I chuckle quietly to myself knowing that some other Introvert is most likely observing me.
But think of Introversion this way: “It is the rain that nourishes the grass, not the thunder!” – Rumi