This spring I was informed that I exhibit signs of being an introvert. It came as quite a shock to me because I chat with people in supermarkets or checkout lines. I never thought of myself as an introvert. The lady waiting at the bus stop, well somehow we probably got to chatting and she shared with me some of the most intimate thoughts she has. I can bring that out in people and I love it.
Introverts apparently like intimate relationships rather than surface ones. We like to go deeper and can’t stand just talking about the weather or some relatively insignificant matter. We want to get right to the soul of the situation and do this with one or two people rather than a table full. This is why I can bond well with some stranger but put me in a banquet room at my husband’s work Christmas party and I am nauseous.
Last night my husband makes a remark about me being traumatized about crossing the street due to being hit by a car when I was young. I think for a moment and realize that I am not traumatized by that event. I have a lot of good memories from that episode in my life actually. But I do realize that I was hit by a car because I was rushing across the street to avoid some friends. Yes, that is the type of person I am. You can show up at my house and I will invite you in for cookies and milk. I love surprise visitors. Well, one or two but not groups. If you call me up I’m happy to meet you anywhere and have a visit. But for some reason meeting up with people unexpectedly really makes me nervous. I hide.
As I sit silently reflecting on this for a moment I recall a crowd of friends showing up at my door when I was in Grade Seven or Eight and pressuring me to go out with them. I had been out with them often enough for my liking so I made up a lie that I was grounded so I could stay in by myself. It worked too.
I see many pieces of a puzzle floating together, many moments of introvertedness (yes, I just created a word) coming together to show me a picture of being an introvert. I see how much I need to do some educating to find coping mechanisms. I see my two youngest girls preferring to be alone as well. Perhaps I can be a guiding light for them.