Have I mentioned lately how much I love all the info, about what it actually means to be an introvert, that has been popping up on the internet lately? Just yesterday my friend Linda, over at A Slice of Life Writing, led me to a whole book that has been written about us. It's called Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can't Stop Talking, by Susan Cain. Judging from the snippets I have read online, I really need to get my hands on a copy. It explains sooooo much about about three out of four members of my little family. Well, actually, it explains a lot about the fourth one too!
Linda also led me to this great little video on how to tell whether you are a closet introvert! Yes, believe it or not, a lot of us have been trained to pretend to be extroverts, because that is what is popular in our society today, while being a "thinker"is seen as a fault. It taught me that extroverts recharge by talking, while introverts recharge with periods of silence. Also, they often communicate better in writing than they do orally. Sound like anyone you know? I'm guessing there are a whole lotta bloggers out there who are introverts! This could explain a lot about what drew me to my hubby in the first place. He was the first guy I ever went out with where I didn't feel compelled to make non-stop perky chit-chat. He never got twitchy when I lapsed into silence. I HATE having to make idle chit-chat, and with him, I'd finally found someone with whom I was comfortable being quiet. This could also explain why our relationship took huge leaps forward when we were furthest apart (and forced to communicate via the postal service, in writing), but sometimes stalled out when we had to rely solely upon our verbal skills.
Perhaps this is why we both fell madly in love with this oddball little house (so many quiet little nooks and crannies where we can each go to ponder) and why the big, open cavernous house in Katy was my least favorite of all -- there was just no place to hide from all the noise!