E. is pretty much the most adorable thing on the internet…almost as much as her Fox’s on Fridays Posts. She is also an introvert, just like me. She’s recently been Freshly Pressed, deservedly so…and I’m pretty sure she has the answer to the question “What does the fox say?”
It’s interesting how things work our when I’m deciding who to write for each week. Usually what happens is while I’m writing this week’s post I have the next one in mind. Then, after it goes up, almost always, the person who I intended to write about is always one of the first to respond. It’s sort of like the universe is telling me that I was right to choose them. E. is this week’s right choice.
Anyway, back to the introvert-ism
I really am a ghost, or at least it must seem that way to those around me. When I enter a party or a get-together I always just walk in a stand off to the side, usually waiting for someone to walk up and talk to me. You see, I’m an introvert and I do believe I suffer from a mild case of social anxiety disorder. One-on-one I do just fine. You add a couple more people and I freeze up. This is probably how that little drinking problem started. Things are getting better socially for me though. I just want everyone to know, it’s not you, it’s me.
When I leave without saying goodbye, it’s me.
When I sit down and listen to your conversation, without offering anything, it’s me.
When I answer your question, and then become quiet again, it’s me.
When I answer your questions with a head shake, or a shrug, it’s me.
When I refer you to a past blog post to answer a question, it’s me.
When I stand at the printer looking at the wall, it’s me.
When I drive by and decide to go home because there are too many cars in the parking lot, it’s me.
When I eat lunch in silence, off to the side, it’s me.
I don’t want to be left alone, I just have trouble being the initiator. I will talk to you if you talk to me. I will tell you about me and my life. (It’s pretty interesting.) I will go to events, sometimes. I will feel uncomfortable, but things will get better. Life is like walking the opposite direction on a moving escalator. There is no standing still. We are either moving forward or going backwards. Keep moving forward.
Remember ye not the former things, neither consider the things of old. ~ Isaiah 43: 18
*Feature Image Credit: Really, Fox News?