I am an introvert. A massively introverted introvert. Many people may be surprised by this. I am painfully shy; scared of being judged. I am the girl that would rather be at the top of the magnolia tree or in my room reading. Don’t call on me in class, PLEASE!
I function in this world as an extrovert and most of the time I pull it off pretty well. Most of the time.
I grew up in a social wonderland – parties, clubs, events, restaurants, travel, and lots of opportunity to push past my natural instinct to find an empty room to hide in, or to run away from having to talk to people. I learned as I got older (like 16) that liquor and drugs made it a lot easier to “extrovert.” Just an example of my younger self trying to fill that “God-sized” hole with something stupid. It’s okay if you find yourself in this position. Once you do figure it out – stop. Be okay with being an “I.”
I know now how to fill that ol’ hole. And I still have to “extrovert”, but my natural habitat is in a room by myself. readers perched on my nose, behind a HUGE computer screen and I’m writing or designing. That is my “nestled in” place.
I’m learning to feel “nestled in” out in this big world of people. I like people. I love people. I love our differences. I love hugs, and conversations that dig deep, and honesty and the authentic in people. I can’t be a part of these beautiful things when I “introvert.”
Extroverting is actually fun and fulfilling.
So, if like me, you lean toward the introvert side of the spectrum, take chances, come out of your shell – you might enjoy it!
And if you’re naturally an extrovert – bless you! We need you! We need the ones who love the social world, you make the phone calls and set dates up, and initiate conversations, etc. – us introverts are grateful. Thank you! But also, try to understand us – it’s not that we don’t want to take part, we just need a gentle prod. So, thanks!