Just because my introverted weekend plans may be different than yours, it doesn’t make them “wrong.”
We live in a society that values small talk and banter over meaningful conversation, and masked rituals over genuine connection.
As a quiet introvert, I was truly baffled by the other kids in my class. I couldn’t understand why they would never stop talking.
Could I have overcome a lesser high school education, a younger age, and an instinct to socialize at every opportunity if I wasn’t an introvert?
So there I was, at work trying to concentrate, with a gaggle of coworkers nearby cackling so loud I couldn’t hear myself think.
Kids would start shouting over each other as they competed for the floor. Unwilling to shout or interrupt, this introvert couldn’t get a word in.
I used to push my way into a circle of talkers and try to fake like I was actually participating, all the while wishing I could disappear.
In my fantasy world, at least a small sliver of TV provides a counter message.
So there I am, in the hell that too many introverts are familiar with. “Friendly” salespeople are demanding to pry me open with a jack-hammer.