Being weirdly introverted, meaning that I've hidden it really well most of my life, I thought it would be good to SHARE an ARTICLE that DD1 sent. This is somewhat "tongue in cheek", this article. But I am going to READ THIS BOOK!
A Quote:
"The worst of it is that extroverts have no idea of the torment they put us through. Sometimes, as we gasp for air amid the fog of their 98-percent-content-free talk, we wonder if extroverts even bother to listen to themselves. Still, we endure stoically, because the etiquette books—written, no doubt, by extroverts—regard declining to banter as rude and gaps in conversation as awkward. We can only dream that someday, when our condition is more widely understood, when perhaps an Introverts' Rights movement has blossomed and borne fruit, it will not be impolite to say, 'I'm an introvert. You are a wonderful person and I like you. But now please shush.' "
If you are an introvert, one that sort of converted yourself in order to not seem completely weird to various groups, including some In Laws (or maybe employers) whose "job description" seems to include the category of "judging offspring/siblings' life partner choices", then this is for you. The link goes to an article in Atlantic Magazine from 2003. Well written, informative and amusing. Thank you, L. OH! Don't forget to read the comments section! Hilarious!
Today is a sunny, lovely day. I just finished reading Joanne Fluke's first Hannah Swensen Mystery, "Chocolate Chip Cookie Mystery". Fluke must have studied just what readers of light mysteries want, and put it all into Hannah's hands. The only thing missing is someone who knits.
Hannah will actually be lucky to survive in the long term if she doesn't stop messing about in crime scenes, uninvited. If the bad guys don't shoot her, the Brother in Law will. Fun to read, light, and gets you out of the daily habit of obsessing over the Politicos major moves, two wars to defend Democracy, or the stupid things that multi-national corporations are doing to set Democracy, as we know it, up for failure in our lifetimes.
There it is. What I've been up to. *waves* and sends lots of Hugs for a better world, one where a semi clueless heroine can survive "getting in the way". Oh, did I mention there are recipes in these books? hehe
I consider myself to me a High Functioning Introvert.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the article.
Oh yes, you are definitely high functioning, Fuzzarelly, introvert or not. You're welcome for the article.
ReplyDeleteOne of the things in the comments, made at the end of the article by a person who described him/her self as introverted, was that a keyboard made them into an extrovert.
It was quite a comedy, that long string of insults traded. LOL!
Ha Ha - Introverts' Rights! Sign me up please.
ReplyDeleteOn extroverts; "They are as inscrutable as puppy dogs."
ReplyDeleteI think I will mail the article to everyone I know.
Actually, I think I'll just copy it, laminate it, and hand it out to people. By the time they're done reading, I'll be done with whatever needs to be done, and can come home and go back to bed.
ReplyDeleteI feel better now. Relieved.
Lol! Glad to help!
ReplyDeleteWe need the extroverts of the world but some of them can really be wild and are absolute motormouths!
Those are the ones who should NEVER take speed or snort coke, but you can believe that they are just the ones to be drawn to stuff like that..
The others are cute, and I really love em, when I'm not so tired my eyes are crossed.
On the Myers-Briggs I came up as evenly split between introvert and extrovert. It's true! I love people, and I love my own company in equal measure.
ReplyDeleteSpent yesterday in the greenhouse, transplanting and muttering to myself. Today I'm reveling in the energy at work.
Heavenly.
And Lulu, thank you for sharing your comments and the idea that work can be heavenly. It truly can be. The green house is a lovely place to work at starting new plants. I love the way that cactus propagate themselves with tiny red roots.
ReplyDeleteI'm going to look for the Myers-Briggs test on line. Whoot!
I love people, at least until they start talking too loudly (or lengthily) about complex subjects in racist or imperial ways. Then I want to put a big sock in it for them. Pretty aggressive for a Quaker Pacifist introvert, eh?