I like getting my energy from dealing with the ideas, pictures, memories, and reactions that are inside my head, in my inner world. I often prefer doing things alone or with one or two people I feel comfortable with. I take time to reflect so that I have a clear idea of what I’ll be doing when I decide to act. Ideas are almost solid things for me. Sometimes I like the idea of something better than the real thing.
This definition is taken from Meyers-Briggs website.
I have no opinion on whether introversion or extraversion is the better state of being. In the perfect world, I would love to have people be happy with and accept the cards they’ve been dealt. (Well at least in terms of temperament).
In any case, life dealt me introvert cards. It took me a long to understand this and accept it. And looking back at life experience, it totally makes sense. I have for as long as I can remember lived in my own little world.
There is little wonder that I am a writer; being allowed to live in my own little world and maybe share it. Ok, well I am working on the sharing it part. I’ve finally started to get past the “don’t kill the baby stage” of my novel; yay for revisions.
For the most part, I like being introverted. It is a large part of who I am. I can’t exactly change my temperament. However, sometimes it is frustrating.
I have a certain allotment of “people points” and if I use them all up I get exhausted and cranky. I tend to get annoyed by this; especially during the holiday season when I want to do everything and see everyone. If I am not careful, I’m subject to burn out, and even if I am careful – sometimes I burn out anyways.
It is also annoying when there is a huge conversation and no good place to break in with a thought. I try hard not to cut people off; especially because I am not too fond of bring cut off myself. However, there are sometimes I wish I could break into a multi-person conversation with confidence and exuberance rather than meekly trying to say something. I’ve worked hard to improve this, but I still find it challenging especially if I don’t know all the people in the conversation.
Aside from the exhaustion and seeming inability to have a conversation involving more than three or four people, I like being introverted. I enjoy spending time alone. I enjoy people watching. (A kid in junior high told me I am weird because I like to people watch; I’ve finally accepted it as a part of me.) I love writing; stories are in my blood. I love reading. I know I am a bit offbeat from normal, but I like dancing to the beat of my drum.
So what are you – introverted, extroverted or somewhere in the middle? Do you like the cards you were dealt?
©K. Klein 2012