An Introvert’s Manifesto

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I swear it’s not because I don’t like you, world. You’re a fun place, really, but you’re too big and too loud. More than a couple hours at a time, tops, is just too much. Be patient with me, I’m still working on these things.

By the way, before you settle down to make a call to me, will you check carefully to see if you can just text instead? I’m screening the calls, you know, and you’ll just go to voicemail. Sorry; well, not really.

Nope, I don’t hang out with other introverts, either. There’s not an Introverts Anonymous. None of us would show up for that, anyway.

Did I tell you that I don’t like parties? That’s why, if I even make it at all, I’m always late and I leave early. I don’t like to make small talk. It feels fake to smile and nod and try to keep up my end of the conversation. I leave with a social hangover every time. Then I need to spend the next 24 hours alone – recharging.

There’s no need to feel sorry for me. If I do make it to the party, I’m quite happy sitting in the corner watching how other people can flutter around the room like a butterfly, laughing and talking and touching every single person at least once. Amazing. Just try not to touch me, please.

So, I just needed to get this off my chest. It’s not a big deal if you don’t read my manifesto. It was enough for me just to write it down.

 

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8 thoughts on “An Introvert’s Manifesto

  1. Ramona

    Man, do I know EXACTLY how you feel…! And let me tell you, you’re doing much better than me, in the sense that at least you do get yourself to the party. Last year we’ve had our neighbors for dinner once, and that was it. Hubby is much better at socializing, but me? Give me the quiet – that’s my idea of heaven on earth. I also need ridiculous amounts of time to “recharge” after mingling in a crowd… And it’s really not worth it, fraying my nerves … for what? Chitchat and polite gossip? Thanks, I’ll pass.

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    1. suzanchamberlain@gmail.com Post author

      I make it to the party because my hubby drags me kicking and pouting the whole way there and back. He’s the social one and people are drawn to him, and by association to me. He gets love bombed and I suffer from the fallout of proximity. Haha! Yep, we know who we are, right?

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