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WARNING: This is my own perspective, yours might differ. This is in no way scientific!

Right, now that that’s out of the way – I hate parties. I’d rather be at Starbucks, sipping a grande americano while diving into new frontiers of learning. I’d rather talk about science or history with a few people, than hear about the latest news is in Hollywood. I’d rather be thinking, discussing, analyzing and sharing thoughts with my girlfriend – than be stuck at a loud, crowded bar.

I suspect there are many people like me out there, but it’s hard to find them. You see, introverts keep to themselves. It’s not that we’re scared to talk to people, it’s just that we prefer quieter arenas to do so. I love exploring new subjects in the quiet of the night – armed with a book or my laptop. Whenever a new idea strikes its mark, my brain fires up like a miner who has just struck gold. I love learning more than anything, and feel fortunate to live in a place where I’ll never be short on supply of things to digest.

From an introverts perspective, the world seems to focus on extroverts quite extensively. Even in the lower grades of school, children are looked upon as weird if they aren’t as social as most others. At work, floors are arranged in social settings, where communication is almost impossible to avoid. Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against talking. I just find smalltalk and meaningless conversations to be a bit boring. I know that sounds blunt, but it’s how I feel. I suppose I enjoy conversations with substance, rather than those involving some mere aspect of the social world. One of the luxuries an introvert can enjoy as they get older is the increased freedom to find those quiet places and the few people you truly connect with.

According to Psychology Today, introverts make up about 1/3rd of the population. As I mentioned earlier, it can be harder to tell – I mean, we’re quiet. The reason for writing this post is how unaware some people are that I would truly rather spend my night by myself, than be wedged within a crowd. Some take that personally, but I really don’t mean it to be! This is the classic, ‘its not you, its me’ scenario. Believe me, I do enjoy hanging out with my friends! But sometimes I rather feel that I need my weekly quota of ‘alone time’.

Now then, where’s that book?

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