I think that we--I do consider myself an introvert--get a bad rap as far as personality is concerned. There's this outlandish misconception out there that introverts are quiet, that we are followers. I am, frankly, not entirely sure where this rumor is coming from. I suspect it is the Extravert Mafia. Shhh.
But I am here to set the record straight. I am an introvert, loud and proud. And that's just it, right? Yes, I am loud. I am extraordinarily obnoxious in situations where I feel comfortable, and I believe that to be the case for most of my fellows. Fellowz. Bellowz.
However, being loud and fun wipes me out after a couple of hours, and if I don't get some alone time every day I do tend to turn borderline cannibalistic.
This is something that, for me, was a hard lesson. I have to feel comfortable somewhere to be able to express myself, an as an introvert that is rarely the case in big groups or unfamiliar places.
But. I can adjust. We all can. People are people, personality types are far more flexible than they seem, and for me at least, after a few weeks even the bowels of Hell can feel like home.
Today I had a moment like that. Starting a new job, living in a new place, working with 35 strangers: two weeks ago, I was a wreck. Two days ago, I was bent out of shape. Today, I led the group in song. I guess I just wanted to share how proud I am of myself today. For being me, when I haven't gotten to be for a while. It feels nice. Like sunshine.
No comments:
Post a Comment