I always have been and have always been made to feel somehow not normal for being so. Extroverts seem to regard it as being something to pity. So I read this article with delight:
I need my space. I don’t make friends easily. I am a loner. I admit to all that and don’t want to change – can’t in fact. It’s who I am. I probably come from a long line of introverts – certainly my father was one.
I think I’ll share this article with those who want me to be more outgoing. “Here“, I’ll say. “This is who I am – accept it or shut up.”
Thank you, diddums, for sharing the link about blogging and introverts through which I found the article above.
My name is not Snark, and I am an introvert. I never go out. I can deal with people one-on-one if we can talk about real things and not just pleasantries. If I say what I’m really feeling, I scare them off. If I keep to myself, I get a reputation as the neighborhood Boo Radley. You can’t win.
I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m the subject of gossip in my village because I keep to myself. When I attempt to socialise with them I get bored and disgusted by their gossip about other people and mindless chat about nothing important. I can’t wait to get home.
People don’t really want to hear what you feel. I’ve scared off a few doing that as well. It’s no wonder that I continue to live alone (ie no partner).
I remember when some students got together in my room and talked behind another student’s back… I wasn’t involved in their words in any way but got so upset I was shaking.
That was weird… but thinking about it, it fits my whole approach. People who gossip about others probably do it about you, and I’ve always found that a distressing thought… you’re not there to explain why you did/ didn’t do something.
I’ve always been told I should make myself go to parties and clubs and so on… question is, really why? I don’t enjoy them; rather the reverse.