(Ariel, if you were wondering, is me/introverts, and Eric is the Extrovert.)
I love you people.
You’re talented, funny, charming, and all-around amazing folks, and in one way or another it’s true—I love you people.
To be fair, I hate you people too, but that is a temporary survival response and a natural (but rather unfortunate) side effect of being an introvert.
Sometimes I am incapable of greeting you or smiling at you in the halls. Sometimes I have not had access to my own bedroom for almost a week and I haven’t had a moment to myself in days (curse you, house guests). Sometimes I avoid you or ignore you or avoid eye contact or stumble over my words and it’s awkward.
I go crazy in my head when I am over-stimulated. That is okay. When you are by yourself and go crazy in your head from the lack of energy, that is okay, too. Sometimes it is necessary to forgive one another for the intrusions our brains make upon each other.
Sometimes you will be too loud and I will be too withdrawn and there will be a disconnect, and that is a fact of life.
Nonetheless, I love you people. We are just opposites, and that makes us perfect for each other!
I mean it. Yes, I need my alone time to recharge, but I like being with people, too. Specifically, I like being with people who make me like being with people. Lots of times, these people are extroverts. You.
Sometimes I need to talk, and other introverts can’t be there to listen. So I like that you draw me into conversation. You invite me to listen and to talk; you listen and talk in return. You listen to my ideas. You’re willing to exchange and edit viewpoints.
I like when you listen. I get hung up in my introverted mindset—what is the easiest way to do this without interacting with another human being? You convince me that sometimes further action is required.
Other times I need to be brave, or go crazy, or be in public. Not all introverts chicken out all the time like me, but if I bring an extrovert I have guaranteed moral support at my side.
I like that you let me loosen up. I’m uptight. Work always comes first. And I run myself into the ground. You deftly distract me. You remind me that there’s a time for laughter and there’s a time to just have fun for the fun of it, not for the express purpose of relaxation.
I like that you don’t leave me out. You make social situations easier and include me, and talk to me, even if it’s forced and hard, because you’re nice.
And it’s nice when you pay attention to me. I need people to pay attention to me sometimes. My family can walk in and out of the office all day and never say a word to me, which is fine, but it can feel neglecty sometimes, too.
When people share their time with me or aren’t scared to tell me that they love me, words just for me, that totally makes my day.
Seriously, you make my community FUN. You are ENERGETIC. You make yourselves pleasant to be with and you inflate our relationship so we can have the best of times together.
I meant what I said before. Extroverts, you complement introverts. I know, we’re not always the most fun people and we take a little extra maintenance, but you put up with us anyway. And we can understand each other’s needs—when extroverts claim that introverts are just “shy,” or an introvert associates loudness with stupidness, they are not being ideal extroverts or introverts. They are being uninformed. And sucky.
In reality, we get along well. You take our punches and you try to show us what revitalization means to you. You’re kind people. Caring people. And you fill in the blanks we introverts hold empty.
Believe me, you’ll run into some hates pretty soon. Speaking for myself, I will be grouchy and unforgiving and give you death glares until you retreat into some clandestine grave so that I may recover.
|Sometimes I turn into an evil octopus. Sorry.|
Sea ya later!