Reading Cary Tennis's column on Salon this morning, I discovered a great article by Jonathan Rauch on what makes introverts tick. As a confirmed introvert I can definitely relate, particularly at holidays, when it seems especially impossible to get my much-needed alone time. Now, Mr. Rauch:
The worst of it is that extroverts have no idea of the torment they put us through. Sometimes, as we gasp for air amid the fog of their 98-percent-content-free talk, we wonder if extroverts even bother to listen to themselves. Still, we endure stoically, because the etiquette books-written, no doubt, by extroverts-regard declining to banter as rude and gaps in conversation as awkward. We can only dream that someday, when our condition is more widely understood, when perhaps an Introverts' Rights movement has blossomed and borne fruit, it will not be impolite to say "I'm an introvert. You are a wonderful person and I like you. But now please shush."
Right on!
Posted by Chris at February 10, 2004 09:21 AMHome is where the heart is : http://www.pipeline.com/~dada3zen/introvert.htm
Posted by: intp at June 5, 2004 12:55 AM