It was just going to be a quick trip through the county fair. I don’t even think Katie was with us. Darrell was probably in search of someone to interview for his farm show
, and I was--back then, anyway--happy for the excuse to enjoy something fried on a stick.
Whatever the reason we were there, I couldn’t wait to leave. And why, I wondered, hadn’t I brought something to color?
That’s because one by one everyone Darrell had ever met, it seemed, wanted to say hi. And by “say hi” I mean engage in seemingly endless exchanges about what felt like…not a lot.
It’s been years since I’ve thought of this and longer still since it happened. Then I stumbled on an article about caring for your introvert
. Which I am, barely. An introvert, that is. I’m almost equal parts introvert and
extrovert, but the introverted part wins. Unless I’m in the company of extroverts. Then everybody loses!
Because you can probably sense my discomfort, as the article suggests, when “accosted with pleasantries by people who are just trying to be nice.”
I suppose it depends on what you find pleasant.
I used to be the person who’d exchange life stories down to embarrassing detail with the person sitting next to me on a plane. Gradually I realized how draining that was, and how cheap I felt afterward.
I’ve since decided that personally or professionally, it’s better to unwrap someone slowly.
Most of us, in my experience--introvert or extrovert--aren’t shy about letting you know whether any particular topic is up for discussion.
A conversation is a dance. Let’s follow each other’s lead.