A fellow introvert and I have been reflecting on the consequences of our introversion of late. We ponder, have our rigorous efforts to maintain our solitude so that we can read our books undisturbed and avoid small talk at all costs prevented us from having a valid social network? Are we destined in retirement to become crazy cat ladies (in my case, crazy bird lady, with a nest for hair), leaving the house only when we run out of reading material? To some, our way of life may appear as the complete absence of lifestyle, as in, why don’t we get a life. Others, thinking we must be deeply unhappy and/or terribly lonely in our isolation, feel pity and consider it their life’s mission to fill in all the empty hours of our day with things to do and people to see, or, at the very least, make suggestions on how we can lead a more fulfilling life.
My extroverted husband interrupted the above thought process to play me a song he wrote. He has since recorded it and put it out there on social media.
I just checked and he has 1500 facebook friends. 354 of those are mutual friends, most of whom I have met through him.
I’m thinking, maybe I don’t need to try harder to socialize after all.
I’m fine. Really, I am.