What It Is Like to Be an Introvert – Or to be ME

I have seen lots of articles the past several years about Introverts. It is one of a few times I do not feel there is too much being written about the subject.

When I was growing up, extrovert vs introvert was not a conversation.

I do remember an activity at school where the people leading the activity wanted to help you determine if you were a leader or a follower. This memory is very vivid, probably because as far as I remember this was the first time where I knew who I was and that I did not fit in either category being presented. I was neither a leader or a follower. I was independent.

Since then I have grown to understand and deeply appreciate the scene in Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer where Herby suggest that they all be “Independent Together.”

Perhaps I never got past the parallel playing stage while growing up. There could be a variety of reasons for that.

  1. I was the only girl
  2. My brothers were 6 and 8 years older than me
  3. There were not a lot of kids my age in my neighborhood

As a grew into an educated adult – I was no longer so sure of who I was or why I was who I was. I worked in sales, and was good at it, but did not like to attend too many social events. I was good at sales because I believed in what I was selling and I sincerely wanted to help people, not because I had a large network and knew how to schmooze (not that extroverts only do that.) I was put into leadership positions because I loved educating my team, but I did not love managing people. Over the years I began to have an identity crisis. The articles about extrovert vs introvert that began showing up in the last decade were exactly what I needed to begin to understand what was going on with me. So I might as well add to the millions of posts out there with my story.

Being an Introvert does not mean being shy. My younger son has told me that my superpower is that I can talk to anyone, and I can. Both my parents were that way. I was raised in a world where nobody was a stranger. I also truly enjoy getting in front of a group of people, 20 people or 2,000 people, and giving a presentation. If I feel I have something of value to say – the larger the audience to say it to, the better. Perhaps that is why I fell in love with social media.

Social Media appealed to me. It was my Siren Call. But it did scare the heck out of me because I felt vulnerable. When you share your views on social media they are out there to be discovered and discussed by anyone. It is not a moment in time like a presentation or a conversation.  Yet, the lure of what could be accomplished with social media forced me to overcome my fears.

Anyway, being an Introvert is defined as “a person who is energized by being alone and whose energy is drained by being around other people.”

Here is an example. This is a Saturday of a long weekend. I have planned a weekend that I am looking forward to of reading and writing and making plans for the company that I now lead. I am listening to music and writing in my journals. I have so much to learn and so much to share and so much to try to understand in the world and so much to reflect on that I simply will not have a lot of time to allow too many people to interrupt me.

I do like people. I do appreciate my friends and love the time we spend together – but I need time to be with me, because frankly, I am damn good company for myself and I want to take some time to hear what I have to say.

Love and Peace to all! From an Introvert who does not answer her phone often.