When I say that I’m introverted, I get rolling eyes, & scoffing laughter. Sometimes I get a full blown “HA! Yeah, right. Whatever.”
They don’t believe me, because all they see is my “business face”, or my public persona. I put on a pretty good show, for those I deal with at work & out with the public.
But for those precious few who know me outside the office, they know better.
They know that I’d rather spend an evening at home, curled up in my favorite chair, blanket snuggled, with a good book, or Netflix, and just be outside the public eye.
They know that I get overwhelmed in crowds, & have a tendency to work my way to the edges of gatherings, where the noise level drops, & there isn’t so much of the pressing of people on all sides. The quicker to make my getaway…
They know that, given a choice, I’ll often back out of plans, citing reasons that might not make sense to anyone else, but to me, they’re the smokescreen for my real reason – I often prefer to just go home to my quiet space, rather than have to try to keep up the public image for more than the 8 hours required during the workweek.
And, those chosen few who abide within my innermost circle know…
Well, if you’re one of them, I don’t need to reiterate; and if you’re not, then I choose not to share that particular truth.
Just because I might come off as an outgoing, sarcastic, self-deprecating, funny, blah, blah, extrovert…
Don’t get it twisted.
I’m an Innie, not an Outie.
And that’s not a problem to be “fixed”.
It’s just how I roll…like an armadillo…covered up & well-armored.