A wise old owl lived in an oak
The more he saw the less he spoke
The less he spoke the more he heard.
Why can't we all be like that wise old bird?
I have to admit I am really surprised that EVERYONE who responded to my question claimed introversion. Why?
Well, me too. My name is Amy and I'm an introvert. I started thinking about this topic when Sarah blogged about it a few weeks ago. She linked to this very excellent post.
I am reserved. I save my words until I really know you. I am comfortable with silence. I like the company of a few of my best and dearest friends instead of a party. I love the pleasure of sharing over a cup of coffee or a delicious dinner rather than a night at the club. I enjoy my own company as well. I am fine going for a drive by myself or curling up with a good book.
At the same time, I do not have a fear of public speaking, and at times enjoy it. I've even been told I'm quite good at it. I will initiate conversations with strangers in line at the store with ease and I constantly meet new people in my job.
I need time by myself to recharge. While I can enjoy a party, I get tired much more quickly that way.
Now, you all can probably relate to some of that. You know, since you're all introverts too. But why do you think so many of us blog? What attracts us to the online world? Why are so many writers introverts? And most importantly, why in the world do introverts get the short end of the stick in public opinion?