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"

Never Have I Ever

Tonight I had an interesting conversation with a coworker. Although most days I have interesting/strange conversations with my coworkers. So I guess that isn't news.

Somehow, we got onto the topic of alcohol and how I've never been drunk. A look of bewilderment on my coworker's face, he says, "You never got drunk in all your time at college? How does that happen?" I told him that I imagine that if I played "Never Have I Ever", anyone I played with would find my life incredibly boring. There's a lot I haven't done. He just stared at me with this half-smile as if to say, "I don't believe you."

I guess this'll be a fun fact post. 'Cause there are lots of things I haven't done.

I've never been drunk. I don't know what weed smells like. I've never smoked a cigarette or cigar. I've never been to a party where there was underage drinking. I've never seen porn (although a lot of Hollywood stuff is pushing that limit). I've never stayed out all night. I've never gone over 85 in any car I've ever driven (my dad's Sky included). I've never heard a gun fired in real life. I've never been in a life-threatening situation brought on by another person (aka, assaulted). I've never threatened or thought of running away from home. I'm sure there are many more things I haven't done.

Here are some things I have done.

I stole once when I was a kid (I don't remember what, I just remember stuffing something into my pocket and continually looking around all nervous-like. I was probably like, six). I cheated on a quiz one time in elementary school. I lied about a few of my classes when I transferred to Houghton (classes I should have passed and, because of laziness, failed). I've looked people in the eye and told them I loved them when all I wanted to do was punch them square in the face. I've rubbed my financial stability in the face of people struggling to get by. I've lied to my family about so many things I've forgotten them all. I'm materialistic when it comes to technology (legit). I can be a hypocrite if I'm not careful. I have anger issues. And many, many more things.

I guess that what I'm trying to say is there's nothing wrong with being "sheltered". Yeah, my life is pretty dull. For now. Give me some time. I've still got a few more books to write and quite a few to get published. One day my life will be a little more epic. Until then, I'm just gonna be a twenty-something working in retail, trying to make a difference in the people that inhabit this world.

Happy adventuring everyone. Go make today a great one, regardless of whether it's within a "sheltered" sense or not. It's your adventure after all. Make it one worth telling.

Currently Writing: Zero Point
Currently Listening to: "All the Kings Horses" by Two Steps From Hell

P.S. - Today one of my coworkers climbed into an empty box and had a fellow coworker push him across the store. Just in case you ever think that retail is boring.