Introverts
I’ve
known I was one for a long time, but have never thought that much about
it, even though I’ve been reminded now and then. Sometimes people ask
me if there’s something wrong or, “What are you thinking?” I’ve never
had a good answer for that. There was a bar I patronized in San
Francisco. After a year of more or less steady attendance the bartender
returning change said, “You don’t talk much do you?”
“Nope,” I answered. Couldn’t resist that one.
Most people are uncomfortable with silence, they make small talk,
weather, sports . . . whatever. I’ve never been good at that, or at
finding the silence I so often crave. Silence is hard to come by in this
world of elevator music, sound in shops, and at the gym. Most people
like this, or it seems that way. I suppose we don’t here all that much
from those that don’t, except for writers, if you count the written,
soundless words.
“Introverts are notoriously small talk-phobic, as they
find idle chatter to be a source of anxiety, or at least annoyance. For
many quiet types, chitchat can feel disingenuous. Let’s clear one thing
up: Introverts do not hate small talk because we dislike people. We hate
small talk because we hate the barrier it creates between people.”
* * *
Extroversion is a cultural ideal. I make no judgment of this fact, but
simply state that it is, what is . . . an extrovert’s world. My thoughts
have been validated in: ‘Quiet,‘ a book by Sudan Cain – The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking.
It’s an interesting read, uplifting. On one of the pages she states,
“…introverts are more likely that extroverts to express on line…”
Interesting.
Extroverts tend to make decisions, or give answers to a question
faster than an introvert, even if they’re not that sure of the answer.
Politicians tend to be extroverts, she maintains. Sounds right to me,
and scary. At the same time it’s been a relief to read these words. A
bit of a psychic load removed from my back. Most folks have seemed much
faster on the draw than me. I’ve tended to be self critical, even after
seeing others make some huge judgment errors. I’ve never been good at
group think, spitting out clever ideas. I have seen myself as a bit
slow, unsure, and tended to keep my ideas in a mental incubator until I
felt I could trust them.
My best ideas seem to come on the way home, long after the meeting has
been disbanded. I’ve noticed when I do have a good idea in these sorts
of situations, sooner or later someone else will most likely come up
with the same thought. And that’s been fine with me, no problem.
Introverts tend not to be excited about fame and glory, the author tells
us. I have sometimes worried over my lack of ambition . . .
mid-seventies now and still have not made the cover of time magazine. My
chances of being a rock star have been greatly diminished. Have I not
tried hard enough? Did I not want it, (whatever that may be) enough?
I need to stop before this gets too long, but I’ll be back. I think this is a subject worth pursuing.
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