Introverts Don’t Quite Understand Extroverts, Either

 

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Partying, taking pictures together, making friends with total strangers, bright, attention-getting colors, skinny-dipping–these are just a few things that make introverts want to scratch their heads (I should know!). At least 70% of the human population is extroverted–and, it makes complete sense. It’s our innate desire to connect with people, whether they are family or neighbors, that made us sprout into the population we have today (7-freaking-BILLION people).

So, as an introvert, we should take part in this ever-lasting party, right?

Right?…Guys? Where are you going!? Wait! Wait for me…!

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Why Are Introverts So Mysterious To Extroverts?

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It’s kind of like we’re viewed as aliens sent from another planet.

Obviously, we don’t interact with others much. We hardly say a word to anyone, and to someone who enjoys the company of others often, this puzzles extroverts. Are they antisocial? They might ask themselves. Do they have any friends? Why don’t they talk more? They don’t have to be shy. Why doesn’t she go out with us and have a good time? If I was stuck in the house all day, I’d go insane.

These are the questions I had to answer over and over as I was growing up and in socially-required environments such as family gatherings and job opportunities. I cannot tell you how many times I had to explain myself for something I simply do naturally–actually, I’m so caught up in my own world that I hardly notice that I’m not participating in the group or not interacting in general. If anything, I participate in conversations using my mind without realizing it and forget that I have to actually use my vocal cords.

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When I was a young girl…(Part 1)

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My father…took me into the city, to see a marching band… (any MCR fans out there? God, I wish they’d reunite.)

I was adorable, I have to admit. The way I snickered when I put a little prank on someone, knowing the amount of trouble I’d get into.

But then, it dawned on me. When I was mischievous and mean to others, I realized that I was the bully. I was the one causing them pain. In the long run, they would ask themselves, “what have I done to her to deserve this?”

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