Extrovert? Introvert? Somewhere in between?

I have known for a long time that I’m an extrovert. I’ve always thought of myself as being something like Red Fraggle, who is bubbly and excitable, and the heart of any social gather, as long as she is surrounded by her friends, but on the rare times we see Red by herself, we see extreme insecurity and vulnerability more often than not. I have been questioned by people who know me very well about whether I’m “really” an extrovert, though, no doubt because I enjoy some hobbies that are generally associated with introversion, like reading.

There are lots of articles, cartoons, and infographics online these days about the functional difference between extroverts and introverts. It’s not that introverts don’t like people, nor is it that extroverts can’t stand to be quiet, it’s all about where they draw their energy. Introverts find dealing with people all the time to be draining, and they need alone time to recharge. Extroverts, on the other hand, are the opposite and it’s social interaction that energizes them.

I had been feeling sick since about Wednesday. Garden variety late fall cold, by Saturday I was feeling poorly enough to call in sick to work. After staying in bed pretty much all day, I decided Sunday morning that I’d better go to church; it was a Youth Group session, and as far as I knew I was the only adult confirmed to be there. It was a fairly low-key session, with a variety of tabletop games available and the youth playing independently in groups of their own making, and it turned out that there were other adults about, but for this kind of session, we were mostly just playing games too.

And by the end of the session I was feeling so much better than I had been beforehand it was almost unbelievable. I may have some introverted characteristics, but it’s no mystery where I draw my energy.

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