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I Like You Very Much, But Please Go Now
by Dorothy Rosby

Happy 2017!

I hope you saw the New Year in with lots of friends and plenty of loud music. Unless you’re like me. Then I hope you didn’t. Then I hope you had a quiet evening with a few loved ones and fell asleep early despite the racket next door. My preference is to bid the old year a gentle goodnight around ten o’clock, then wake up before my family does on New Year’s Day and sit alone by the Christmas tree with my cat, my caffeine, and my journal. Honestly, if I see the New Year in at all, it’s because I got up around midnight to use the bathroom.

I’m an introvert, which comes as a surprise to some people who know me. That’s because they don’t understand introverts. A lot of extroverts think introverts hide out in the bathroom during birthday parties—their own. They think we’re at best shy and at worst rude—even antisocial. I’m not particularly shy and I’m certainly not antisocial, though I may have been rude once or twice—but only in traffic.

Some really successful people are introverts, including Julia Roberts, Steve Martin, J.K. Rowling, Warren Buffett and Bill Gates. I read it on the internet, so it must be true. No one would accuse them of being antisocial. Rosa Parks, Mahatma Gandhi, Albert Einstein, Eleanor Roosevelt, and Abraham Lincoln were all introverts too. They could never have accomplished all they did if they’d been out partying every night.

Introversion isn’t a character flaw; it’s a difference in the biology of the brain which I won’t go into because I’m an introvert, not a scientist. But I can tell you the result. Introverts are renewed from within through solitude and reflection, while extroverts recharge by being around people and other outside stimuli, much of which introverts find appalling—the stimuli, not the people. We like people, just not when they run in packs.

As an introvert, I would rather go to lunch with a few friends than go to a dinner party or, God forbid, a mixer. As an introvert, I think there are mixers in hell. Also, bus tours. And packed stadiums. And crowded shopping malls. My favorite kind of store is one where there are very few customers. Unfortunately, my favorite kind of store doesn’t stay in business long.

Being an introvert means I would rather email than call someone. And when I do call, I’m not disappointed when I have to leave a message. It means if I worked in an open office setting, I would get even less work done than I do now.

It means I don’t tell my extroverted friends when my husband is going out of town because they’ll think I need entertainment. I love my husband, but as an introvert, I treasure my time alone. He doesn’t take it personally because he feels the same way. I just hope it’s because he’s an introvert too.


Dorthy RosbyIf Dorothy Rosby ever goes on a bus tour, she’ll want the bus to be mostly empty.

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