It’s late Saturday afternoon. The rains and high winds have stopped, at least for the moment, and the sun is shining through patchy clouds. I’m listening to music online, exploring some new singers. I still like folk and folk rock, hangovers from my youth filled with Pete Seeger, Peter, Paul and Mary, Simon and Garfunkel, Bob Dylan, and so many others. Voices of change, all of them. Quietly introspective, seeing a bigger picture of a better world.
Why do I love being an introvert? Because I think. I think a lot. My mind is a fascinating place full of so many things. My interests are varied. I explore everything. I take time to stop, listen and understand the fullness of life. I’m a philosopher. The world is a beautiful place to me, filled with possibilities.
I can bring tremendous focus to anything I have an interest in. I like to take a deep dive into many things. I was once accused of having to try everything myself, that I didn’t trust anything people told me. Not true! It’s just that I have a burning desire to try things so that I have an internal knowledge of them. I like to experience things myself, and that’s a good thing.
I like to observe people. They fascinate me. They help me understand myself, either through experiences shared, or through the contrast of the differences between us. Either why, I learn and grow.
I love words. Words that make me laugh, sigh, dream, see the fantasy of a distant land. It’s so easy to project myself into a story, a song, a movie. I’ve done the thinking, you see, so I know what all of that will feel like. I’ve done the watching. I’ve figured it out.
How can people not want to spend time just thinking? It’s glorious. It’s creative. It’s so uplifting.
I wish I could draw for you what’s inside my head. (I did borrow this art of Yoko Furusho because it feels like inside my head.) People have called me a Pollyanna because I like everyone and I look for the good in everything. I’m the person at work who can somehow tame the most irascible co-worker, client or customer. How do I do it? I listen to what they are saying and pay attention to what they aren’t saying. I’ve developed my introvert listening skills into an almost superpower.
I invest in people, and do it deeply. I’m a compassionate, caring person. I might be quiet, but I can be greatly effective. I make an impression on people somehow. It always amazes me, but it’s happened too often to doubt it. Introverts quietly change the world.
I can pretend to be an extrovert but I’ll never understand it. It’s about as easy for me to turn my baby-fine, ultra-straight hair into something voluptuously wavy and gorgeous. Not going to happen. It would take a team of stylists and a really nice wig to accomplish that feat, and what would I have at the end? It still would never feel like me. Nope, not going to happen.
But that’s OK because I love being me. I love touching lives and helping people. I love enjoying the sunset in peaceful quiet, or watching the waves break on the shore in the moonlight, their surge glittering and sparkling white, rising out of the darkness to shimmer for a moment, then escaping into the darkness again. I love feeling the pulse of life. I love sharing all of that with my life partner, another introvert who can appreciate that silence often brings us closer than words.
I am blessed. I am happy. I’m a happy introvert. And it doesn’t get better than that!
Hi. I’m Chris. I’m an introvert. Look for my ongoing series celebrating introverts (Sunday), writing prompts for introverts (Monday) and introvert cartoons (Wednesday), plus anything else interesting that I find in the meantime. Come and share with like-minded introverts. I also contribute to the new food blog Three’s Cooking, learning to cook from the heart, for the soul.