Confessions of an Introverted Extrovert

One day I told my therapist, “I JUST WANT TO BE ALONE.”

She replied, “I can’t believe I never noticed this before. You are an introvert.”

I am? Sure enough, she was right. I am an outgoing introvert, which I think makes me an introverted extrovert.

Most people describe me as an outgoing but I’m actually quite shy and often feel out of place. My therapist defined an introvert as someone who gets energy from within themselves, not from external factors such as a social environment. That is undeniably true.

Confession #1: Silence is my weapon

When Josh and I started dating I was very unsure…of everything. He embodied all the characteristics of a perfect boyfriend. I wanted to keep him interested. But he was a lot cooler than me (still is!) and I was certain that I must not fit in with his friends. I won him over, but making friends with his friends seemed impossible.

My response was to stay quiet. Silent, in fact, for a few years.

Eventually I got over myself and now I can’t shut up.

Confession # 2: The first meeting is the worst

That time between “Hi, I’m Jill” and the moment I find common ground with someone is alarming. My brain says, “Don’t be a bitch, don’t insult anyone, and for goodness sake don’t be BORING…wait, what was the person’s name again???”

The worst questions are: what do you do? what’s new?

WHAT’S NEW? Let’s see: are you interested in potty training? Temper tantrum control tactics? That I knit something I’m wearing? How my FIOS isn’t working properly? About my most recent attempt to stuff a pill down my cats throat? How I have 50 pairs of shoes but primarily wear Birkenstocks or clogs?

Confession #3: I fake it

I can usually connect with people but I still dread the get-to-know-each-other-phase. Maybe it’s because I’m not great at small talk. Or maybe it’s because I feel like wall flower in large crowds.  When in doubt I revert to silence (see confession #1 ) or  I fake it.

Like the time I started a new job and my first day was a company team-building event. Scariest work day ever. I was surrounded by a hundred new faces all wondering “who is the new girl” and I knew I had one shot to make an impression.

So I faked it. I summed up the courage to proactively introduce myself, crack jokes, and participate in the event. To this day my manager (now friend), doesn’t believe that (a) I faked it (b) I was terrified (c) I’m an introvert.

Confession #4: I prefer to be alone

I love to be around people — especially that fantastic group of people known as my family and that other group of fun people known as my friends. But I have a strong, natural desire to be alone. I need quiet time to relax, regroup, and rejuvenate.

This is a common trait of introverts as described in True Facts About the Introvert

“Contrary to popular belief, introverts do enjoy social interaction. They simply require less of it than their more boisterous extroverted cousin. As such the introvert seeks out the company of a few select people, also dogs and cats”

That explains A LOT.

 So which is it? Introvert? Extrovert?

I’m still a little baffled about which camp I belong to so I’ll make up a new word: IntroExtroVertedness.


Noun. Adjective. Verb. (with made up words we have the luxury of using them in really interesting ways)

1. The state of mind of an outgoing, friendly person who wants to get past the newlywed phase of relationships quickly; Enjoys days of solitude.

Use it in a sentence: Her IntroExtroVertedness really shines through in this blog.

Final Confession: I love to blog

Blogging is great. I can write when I feel extroverted, about how I feel introverted, when I am all alone. I can read my words carefully to make sure I don’t violate anything mentioned in Confession #2. I can share without subjecting myself to immediate reaction. And I thrive when people make comments.

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