Sunday, February 24, 2013

Introvert, or Extrovert?

When I'm in group settings, I tend to prefer to sit back and listen to others, rather than talk about myself. I mesh well with people who like to talk, because I love to listen. The tricky thing is, I remember lots of little details about people. Later in conversations I'll purposefully pretend like I forgot something about someone, simply so they won't find it weird that I remember minute things. Like what someone's favorite drink is to get when they go out to eat or a pet peeve that they off-handedly mentioned once.

One of my coworkers once said he hated how the British say, "Let me get me drink." He finds it irritating and thinks it's grammatically incorrect. Another one of my coworkers believes steadfastly that a needle and thread will dictate how many kids you'll have. One of my other coworkers almost got kicked out of school for standing up against a teacher that ridiculed a student in the middle of class.

That's just my coworkers. I could probably point to everyone I know and tell you one random fact about each of them that they wouldn't expect me to remember. I guess I'm a little bizarre that way.

As I talked with a friend tonight, she began to explain extroverts and introverts to me. Not in the world's definition. Apparently our perception that extroverts are bubbly and people love to be around them is wrong. Extroverts are people that like being around others and can mesh well with large groups (more than three people), whereas introverts would be searching for a way to get out of that large group and would strive to break off into a smaller, closer group. I, apparently, am an extrovert. Because I love being in large groups and listening to everyone around me, but I don't ever feel like running away or thinking about how to get off into a smaller group. But I love one on one time with people too.

Maybe I'm walking a fine line...

On another note, I slept for nine hours last night/this morning. That's a good way to spend my first day off, right? Tomorrow's supposed to be sunny and warm(ish), so I'm doing a bunch of different things that'll total the day flying by. Maybe some archery?

Adventure well, brave warriors! I'm gonna go back to talking to my friend about what it means to be an extrovert.

No, I don't understand myself.

Currently Writing: Zero Point
Currently Listening to: Some song by Bob Marley. It goes like this: "Don't worry, about a thing, 'cause every little thing, is gonna be alright"

1 comment:

LilianB15 said...

One: this post makes me wander what random knowledge you have of me . . .
and Two: I never really thought of introverted/extroverted in that way, but I guess it makes sense. But by either definition, I'm definitely an introvert (big surprise,right?). Though, oddly enough, I didn't start out that way, I was extremely extroverted as a child, and constantly wanted to be the center of everybody's attention. I constantly got in trouble in school for speaking out of turn, and got held back in kindergarten for being too "rambunctious". Isn't it strange how life circumstances can sorta change who we are? I feel like somewhere deep inside, I'm still that outgoing little flaming redhead of a girl, stuck inside the body of a timid, anxious, fearful adult.