Building a snowman here while lots of people walked past looking at me as if I was crazy. Five yards to the right is a high street full of shoppers and tourists.
I know I tell a few tales that might suggest that I am an extrovert. I really don’t think that’s the case. After the all too many retreats into my protective shell I often here something like “I thought you were an extrovert”.
Extroverts don’t tend to
- Have a nervous stutter when talking to strangers
- Frequently wait for the coast to be clear before you leave the house
- Turn in the opposite direction when you see someone who might talk to you
- Avoid social and family gatherings
- If I do go to a social event, be the awkward one stood in the corner behind the potted plant
So why the drastically opposite personalities. For the first time I thought about it during yesterday’s sleepless night.
Is because I am an Ambivert. A bit of an introvert and a bit of an extrovert.
Is because I am an extrovert permanently stuck in an introverts shell.
Is it because I don’t really fit into this world and occasionally I feel the need to do some grand action to confirm that I do fit.
Is it a pressure release for my building anxiety levels.
Is it because I want to be extroverted and when I do find a group of friends I feel confident with I then act out my dreams.
Is it one or two too many sherbets during my younger days.
Is it because I am basically daft.
Is it because I too frequently switch off my brain.
Who knows. I do know that my extroverted moments are becoming very rare these days. Especially since the world changed. But at least I can look back at some interesting memories. Some reasonably funny, many extremely embarrassing. Most importantly no animals or other people were hurt in the making of these moments.