As an introvert, I have come to realize that no matter how happy you are as a human being, everyone at some points wants their space. For me, it’s sometimes because of a sad occurrence and other times it’s as simple as just wanting to be on my own.
I have mastered the art of being absent while I’m in a gathering (thanks to being the last of eight). Thinking back, my love for “space” began right from when I was a kid. For starters, my immediate older brother is 8 years older than I am, making him the one closest to my generation. As a result, I have always kept to myself because I have been unable to interact with them due to generational distance. So while we may get along beautifully, I find it hard to share problems or even make requests. The result of carrying virtually every problem on your head is a moody, temperamental, complicated (albeit fun) adult. Some mistake my desire to be alone for arrogance or rudeness or me trying to “form” quiet. Errr…excuse me bi**h, you don’t see me telling you you’re trying to form friendly.
Moving on, I decided to pick a new hobby to channel all my problems. Writing to the rescue. Now, I have had many failed attempts at writing (especially cause of the frustration of starting something new), but my first post was shared on a platform called Posterous Spaces. I thought that was an intelligent name to give a blogging platform seeing as we are able to express ourselves freely. When you log in the first time, you’re given a tour of how to use your “space” and all those other introductory things sha. That was definitely the first time I felt the internet really got me. I want to be in my space, I want to be able to express myself without being stared at. Is that too much to ask? Why is so much scrutiny placed on us introverts? Is it a crime?
Sadly, I’ve come to realize that we introverts have had to learn to adapt to the extroverts lifestyle because we don’t wanna seem weird. But I dare say weird is good…scratch that; Weird is great!!! Be true to yourself. And the next time someone says you’re being rude again or you’re acting up again…look them dead in the eye and say “I’m an introvert. Deal with it”. I mean, can’t we all just get along?