I’m Actually an Introvert
Most people label me as an extrovert. All the personality tests I take say the same thing.
But today I realized that I might be an introvert after all.
Why?
Because I am sitting in the corner of a dark room instead of going downstairs and mingling with my brother’s family-in-law and other guests.
I love to talk, but not with strangers. I hate small talk with strangers. I can manage it, and I’m really very good at it, but I don’t enjoy it very much.
So I would rather sit in this dark room surfing the internet while listening to Christmas songs playing over my dad’s laptop.
My dad’s probably secretly an introvert too, because he’s sitting in the same dark room with me. But we’re both not talking. I’m here blogging. And he’s there singing softly along with the songs blaring from his laptop.
Unlike my mom, who is downstairs making new friends. That woman talks to anyone. ANYONE. We always joke about her chattiness, betting on how long it will take her to find out that she’s related to a stranger she just started talking to.
That actually happened once before, you see. Or maybe twice.
That woman is definitely an extrovert.
But I’m getting hungry so maybe I need to go downstairs for dinner in a while. I wish I didn’t have to. It’s really cozy here in my dark cold corner, the video of a crackling fireplace that accompanies my dad’s Christmas songs gives me such warm fuzzy feelings and I don’t want to leave.
Or maybe these fuzzy feelings are the effect of my SVP’s good news which he relayed over the cellphone to me a few hours ago. I got an unexpected promotion. Best Christmas gift ever. 🙂
