Hell Is Other People At Breakfast - Caring For Your Introvert

i even flew across the country and hung out with ned!

Sorry I didn't visit you in LA - for some reason I thought you were a New Yorker.

i just wanna say, once again, that dave q. is a genius & that his description of extraverts is dead-on.

thank you. :-)

[Self-defense tip though - always pay ludicrously exxaggerated attention to them - for like TWO MINUTES. Keep mental note of EVERYTHING they said, like you're a detective. This gives you enough of their 'material'. Then as they go on, ask them some question referring to what they've said in that inital two minutes, or better yet, expose some discrepancy between THAT statement and current one. Do this repeatedly, and (cf Milgram experiment) ask question repeatedly and more insistently each time, sometimes rephrasing (this can be dragged out indefinitely, as person will usually have no answer whatever). Since the ext. usually a)has no reason to say anything they say, and b)usually can't remember what they've said anyway, they will become vaguely anxious, then completely unhinged as the cognitive dissonance overcomes them, as they're forced to stare into that void within themselves that no amount of self-generated verbal pollution (think of it as aural skunk-spray or other yecchy Discovery Channel shit) will cover up. Remember how Hannibal Lecter disposed of that spunk-throwin' guy in 'Silence of the Lambs'? Like that. (Umm...of course anybody who reads excepted, like if I see you in a pub or something)

hahaha awesome

sigh. it seems like every day since i started my new job, i've had someone remark about how "quiet" i am. and it's true in that situation -- i'm there to get my work done and my top priority isn't socializing. but i'm starting to resent people making a thing of it, like they're putting the onus on me to be a fucking social butterfly when i really have nothing much to add to the watercooler conversation. want me to talk? i can talk at length about experimental music, urban policy and infrastructure, design, ambitious cooking projects, literature... but i just don't have very much to say about your kids, your SUV, or your diet. sorry i'm not part of the special breeders' club. i apologize on behalf of my withered old uterus.

:)

I spend as much time at work avoiding my colleagues as I do actually working.

i think the next time someone says "you're so quiet" i'll respond with "you're so loud!"

I'm getting better at knowing when to shut the hell up. I doubt I'll ever be very good at it.

Man, having spent most of my life working office jobs I can totally sympathize. Working in a record store now seems like paradise because there's literally nothing to talk about but music; even the methed out freaks selling cds they just lifted from a convertible don't get on my nerves. I guess being around spergin' record nerds and terse junkies makes me feel pretty functional.

i think the next time someone says "you're so quiet" i'll respond with "you're so loud!"

Ha, I will have to remember this.

pretend you don't speak english

(hi tokyo rosemary! please be less quiet with your posting; you are missed!)

I am a person who looks forward eagerly each year to my opportunity to spend from two to three weeks alone in the remotest wilderness I can reach on foot. I have a basically cheerful disposition when I am properly fed and cared for, and I do like people, but I find them ultimately quite tiring to spend a lot of time with.

The main difficulty is that other people keep desiring me to fasten my attention to whatever they are doing or thinking. They seem to think their thoughts and activities are quite fascinating. I suppose they are, up to a point. I just wish they weren't so repetitious, so perverse, so egotistical, so random and so impenetrable.

I find I enjoy more and more the sorts of people who cheerfully mouth a few simple well-worn jokes, make a few commonplace remarks on the weather, and otherwise engage in soothing and soon-finished rituals, then leave me be. Either that, or they'd better have something of substance to say.

my sisters and I were talking about this exact thing the other day. my take is that extroverts get made uncomfortable by "quiet" people and so feel compelled to try break their shell or whatever. and they are totally oblivious (prob due to lack of much introspection) to the fact that saying "you're so quiet!" is the exact wrong tact to doing this.
last time someone said this to me (a couple weeks ago) I said "ok I'll yell out randomly every couple hours then". "yes please!" was her response.

plus they think you're just *dying* to talk and engage with them about their stupid shit but are just too shy

I took a picture of one of my coworkers schedule so I could figure out when to avoid him on the elevator (there's only one elevator at the place I work)

my take is that extroverts get made uncomfortable by "quiet" people

there's probably some truth to this, where extroverts think people who don't talk much are being secretive and haughty. plus, the conventional wisdom says that solitude and quiet make extroverts depressed, bored, and lonely, while those things energize introverts. in turn, introverts find extended social situations pretty draining.

yeah i still remember my gf in hs-- who ran with a different clique before we met--telling me that they all thought i was stuck up. i was totally befuddled, cause my lack of interaction with them was do to me thinking they were TOO cool for me rather than not cool enough.

Here's my thing: I'm really, really good at interacting with people. My husband, my mother, everyone says so. The problem is that 1) I don't like talking to people, it's draining and a major chore and 2) I have to be around people constantly to keep from going insane. The happiest times in my life have been when I had lots of acquaintances and did things with them, but I still wanted to go back into my own little world and be miserable and comfortable. My depression is finally getting treated properly and my real personality is emerging; I just wish it was something other than the playful party girl that I seem to be on the verge of turning into.

(hi tokyo rosemary! please be less quiet with your posting; you are missed!)

^^^^^^^ on this

^^^ cosign