At my age you’d think I’d know all there is to know about me. And, as others have found who thought they knew themselves, I’d be wrong.
I’ve discovered that I’m an introvert in my personal life and an extrovert here on my blog. I used to be an extrovert in real life but I think I was just compensating for something. I’ve never had penis envy so it can’t be that.
I wonder what brought about the change? I should clarify that with friends I’m myself…it’s being out with strangers that seems to affect me more as I grow older.
Or maybe I’m just bored. I’m bored with chit-chat. I like a serious conversation when I meet new people. And most people you meet take a while to open up. I like to get to the good stuff right away. That’s why I always carry my own private stock of hooch. Slip a little in their glass and before long…their secrets are mine.
But finding out I’ve developed introvert tendencies has been an eye-opener for me. It explains so much. Here’s an image that captures the current me:
Of course, the one that resonates with me the most is #5. I can’t think why.
Do you think I’ve always been a closet introvert and just now wise enough to acknowledge the fact? In all honesty, not all 12 points apply to me. Like the one about embarrassing them in public. I get embarrassed all the time…I have some really strange friends. I’m used to it now.
And the teaching of new skills…I think that depends on the teacher. If it’s some know-it-all then yes. If it’s Karl Urban then I say “bring it.”
I know. I’m now boring you with my Karl Urban references but really…have you ever seen anything more inspiring?
So tell me true. Are you an introvert, an extrovert, or a mutant mixture of the two…like me?
Awesome image. And yes, I do mean both of them.
I’m an innervert. I have inner vision and live and work in inner space.
What?! You mean you live in your inner ear? Guess wax on, wax off is your motto.
That’s my hand-book of instructions right there. Way to simplify it, BD!
This is like my astrological sign…I’m half Aries and half Taurus being born on the cusp. So I have the best of both signs…right?
That’s how I am. I am Pisces and Aquarius (I don’t even know how to spell my signs, duh), so I just choose the horoscope I like the best and I am that for the day/week/month. I am also a commitment-phobe with a fear of heights and spiders. Since we’re being honest.
Ah-ha! Commitment…a great idea for a future post. I won’t ask you to commit to making a comment.
I like your take on horoscopes.
Sorry, I’m an extrovert. But this is a good handbook of what NOT to do to my son. Thanks.
You? An extrovert? I don’t believe it…much.
My father-in-law and I often speak about this subject, as we find that we are introverts who have learned extrovert skills to get along in life. In order to recharge my batteries, I need solitude, but put me on a stage in front of hundreds of people, and I come alive. (My father-in-law spends his time fund-raising, glad-handing and speaking all over the country. But he needs at least three weeks of quiet to truly unwind.) I can go to parties and be the most drab wallflower ever, or I can oh, for example, win a ‘Best Dancer’ award at my husband’s office Xmas party… Perhaps alcohol consumption is the key to the outcome.
I hear you about the solitude. The Mister and I have spent the last six months slowly doing some much needed renovations and we’ve worked toolbelt to toolbelt pretty much every day. He’s planning a trip to visit some friends and godchildren in a few weeks and asked if I wanted to go…one guess as to my answer.
My motto when it comes to parties…you keep pouring and I’ll keep performing.
Dance, monkey! Dance!
In general I am an extrovert person, sometimes when introduced to a new person, if he or she are introvert, I take several minutes to get them used to my personality. You know not all humans can handle your spontaneity!
Well aren’t you nice. I wish more extroverts were like you…so many I meet are so in your face I want to show them the hand.
I’m pretty extroverted in general, though not always, or not with everyone. I don’t feel any “need” to interact with people, though strangely enough I usually enjoy it.
You’re choosey. I get that.
I’m more of a mendomorph. As you undoubtedly know, a mesomorph has the athletic build with well defined musculature. The endomorph has the “husky” build who gains weight easily. I like to wear casual clothes, but I’ll put on the monkey suit if someone is getting laid out or married (or both – HAR-DEE-HAR-HAR!). As far as which “vert” I am, most people would agree that I am neither extrovert, nor introvert, but rather a pervert.
So…let me get this straight. You’re a husky athletic monkey who likes to get laid. Yep, you’re a pervert…
See? This is why I need to hone my writing skills! You described me perfectly in one sentence and it took my three paragraphs!
Have no fear, I’m not the sort of chimp who throws his dookie.
Many years as an editor finally paid off.
Dookie throwing…the next Olympic sport?
Well…they did away with wrasslin’ so monkey poop tossing might find a niche.
I think it’s all relative. Compared to Cap’n Firepants, I am a complete extrovert. Compared to my friend, The Dictator, I am definitely an introvert.
You can pick your friends but you can’t pick your relatives. Ba-da-boom!
I think I’m a mutant, like you. I can be really quiet or I can entertain a crowd. I can’t really say what triggers either side.
Ok, rum drinks sometimes trigger one side.
The private reprimand thing has become very out of fashion at my employer. It’s a shame, good people get embarrassed and the bosses don’t get the most out of their people.
Rum has much to answer for. It’s driven me to therapy.
There is never a good reason to reprimand anyone in front of an audience. Unless you are a stand up comic, keep it private.
Rum is responsible for an infamous late night karaoke performance of The Theme From Shaft.
SHUT YOUR MOUTH! So you’re more Isaac Hayes then Isaac Newton?
I can dig it.
I am both but unfortunately it is at the same time more than not. One of my more delightful quirks. Though I am a straight up mutant mix I am not as cool as say X-Men or McDonald’s Shamrock Shake: Is it shake or shamrock? Or just a shame?
Oh I could go on but maybe you should invoke rule number five about right now…….
I would never dream of interrupting such an existential stream of Shamrock Shake Shame.
At one time I enjoyed ‘working the room’ – political functions, Chamber of Commerce deals or where and whenever I could make contacts. I wrote about those in power, and the wannabes. I wrote about everything from Air Force One to Kenny Rogers and draft horses. Using both my real name and one I devised for my fiction. I danced with undercover cops at a place called Calamity Jane’s. I was pretty shaken up in a hot air balloon, the after party of champagne toasts made it worth it.
Now, put me on a trail near a stream, a waterfall and a place to dip my toes in cool water.
My birthday was three weeks ago – humanitarian. Sure, I was the founder of a homeless rescue mission. Scientist, not.
Tell me, Blogdramedy – what do you think I am? For that I reward you with this:
I’ll tell you what I think you are…bloody marvelous. Kiss me.
You just turned a so-so day into a stupendous day.