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.
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?