The Good Life. |
The most interesting revelation solidified in my mind yesterday: Being a public figure and performer does not necessarily make one an extrovert. I think I'm more of an introvert than I ever realized. A recent article about the surprising traits of introverts (because I believe everything I read on the Internet) and a false-extrovert employee of mine who declared himself actually an introvert got me thinking about my own possible false-extroversion. It gelled at the grocery store when, like always, I headed straight for the self-checkout with my overflowing basket of goods. Why would I deliberately do all that work myself? I'm not faster at it than the cashier. In fact, the thing usually pisses me off. But self-checkout, like Internet shopping and email, allows me to avoid talking to anyone. That got me thinking about how I hate talking to strangers, how I'm downright rude to telemarketers and door-to-door salesmen, how I can't stand being hit on at bars. People probably think I'm a bitch, if not just aloof. Could it be that I'm an introvert in disguise? It also got me wondering if the Electronic Age isn't creating a new generation of introverts, or at least encouraging the natural introverted tendencies in all of us. But then, at Keith's mom's 75th birthday party on Saturday, I hid inside with the 15-year-old and played video games while everyone else sat on the patio and deck drinking and watching the ball game. I only came out when Keith asked me to break out the guitar and play for the crowd for an hour or two. I was all about that, and I had fun doing it. I didn't just sing, either. I cracked jokes and interacted with the crowd. I've always liked to be the center of attention. I just don't like talking to people one-on-one, I suppose. |