Today I decided to debunk one of the biggest introvert misconceptions of all:
That introversion and isolation are the same thing.
I shared a status on Facebook from four years ago, when I lived in a doorman building on the Upper West Side. Every time I walked in, and every time I went on the elevator to my 6th floor apartment, I had to make small talk.
Sure, it’s nice to be greeted or to have someone acknowledge you, but sometimes, believe it or not, you just want to walk in, go upstairs, and be left alone. So, I would keep my sunglasses on, pretend I was talking on the phone, or keep walking straight to avoid the small talk.
After sharing my status from 2015, my best friend from my hometown commented:
“Thank you for this. I cannot stand small talk, I would rather not say anything at all!”
She gets me.
Even though we live over 1,000 miles apart, those are the connections that mean so much to me- I would rather have quality friends who understand me than a large number of people who don’t.
Some people gain energy from other people, and others gain energy from being alone. That’s the difference between an extrovert and an introvert. In a city like New York or Boston you’re constantly surrounded by so many people, being stimulated left and right, that it’s easy for an introvert to get drained.
This is why I spend so much time in the park, outside, and journaling by myself. Whether I’m reading by the river or hanging out at home with the cat, my recharge time is extremely sacred, and necessary, to maintain my sanity.
It’s completely different than isolating.
I’m positive that the world around me would rather have a recharged, calm Kristin than a snappy, reactive one- and that latter is what you’ll get if I don’t have ample alone time.
Dedicated to my fellow introverts and Rachel, who *always* gets me, no matter where in the world we are.