Introverts–and I are one–have been under a microscope lately. I think it was because a book or two came out recently or some famous introvert bit some bullet and went on a talk show. I’m not entirely sure why; I just know that all of a sudden people are talking about us like they’ve just discovered we’re from Planet Earth.
“Well, golly! I guess my weird cousin Lyle isn’t as weird as I thought! He’s just one of these Introverts.”
We introverts really do like people–we just get more mileage out of our interactions with others. I have an extroverted mother who gets antsy if too many hours go by without her interfacing with a group of people. She taught school for a living and goes to Red Hat Society meetings for fun. For actual fun. She thinks that leaving the house and sitting around with seven other women EVERY WEDNESDAY is FUN.
We are not alike in this.
That’s not to say that I don’t treasure my friends and my interactions with them. I have been so extraordinarily blessed to find people I enjoy spending time with who do not want to flee into harsh coping methods after spending time with me.
Saturday was one of those days where I finally spent face time with some of the Earthlings I normally interact with via the safety of the Interovertnet. I can assure there is nothing quite as nourishing as gathering around a table discussing lemons and rent boys and the soy planet where all the women taste like Spock. There’s a sort of alchemy in meeting with people face to face, in reacting to their expressions and hearing their laughter.
I’ve gone into this week both joyfully and encouraged by that wonderful time.
I’m rather glad that as I swim deeper into the waters of my forties I’m learning the rhythms that keep me whole.
As it happens I also had lunch with some other friends yesterday. Believe me, TWO face-to-face interactions within 72 hours? Am I becoming my mother?! Heh. I don’t think so. I don’t think my mother would want to go to a Greek restaurant to discuss the merits of Zork vs. Bioshock Infinite and whether or not reading _Brave New World_ is worth a person’s time (It is) and how Holden Caulfield is a whiny dork at the center of a terrible, overrated book. (He is.) Wow. That was a long sentence. (It was.)
Where am I going with this? I guess I’m just going to the place where I say that I am glad to embrace my introverted nature but I also enjoy being able to embrace people I care about.