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How I Navigate The World As An Introvert
I have always been an introvert, which, given that you know I’m writer, will no doubt come as a huge shock. That’s right, apart from the whole drinking coffee thing (never touched the stuff, tea gal myself), I’m your stereotypical introverted, shy writer. The world isn’t designed to meet my needs, rather I must adapt to its rules. Which is fine, for the most part.
But how does one do that?
An extrovert? Moi?
Most people in my life would probably be surprised to learn that I consider myself to be an introvert. The social circles in which I move provide a safe enough environment for me, that my chronic shyness doesn’t come through too much or too often. I know these people, I like hanging out with them, I know what to talk about with them and they make me feel like I belong…
Which is why they find it strange when I reveal to them that I’m a lifelong introvert. ‘But you’re so easy to talk to!’, they say. Or ‘You seem pretty extroverted to me!’. Yeah, ’cause otherwise I’d look like a weirdo, and I’m wearing my t-shirt with the Vertigo poster on it, so that bit’s covered.
Turning it on
Over the years, I’ve come to realize that I’m an extrovert when I need to be. I’m an extrovert in situations that call for me to be one. And I think…
