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.