And yet I have always been hesitant to self-identify as an introvert. After all, I really don't mind being around other people, especially people who I am friends with. I am not afraid of speaking in public, even in front of large groups. I do consider myself to be socially awkward in general, but I am not incapable of making friends or enjoying myself at a party. Surely the label "introvert" was best applied to people other than me, people who are completely dysfunctional in polite company. Maybe I was just shy. Except shy didn't seem to fit me, either.
So what am I? Antisocial? Timid? Awkward? Taciturn? A loner? Nothing described me adequately.
And then I read this article: "Caring For Your Introvert," by Jonathan Rauch, from The Atlantic (thanks for the heads-up, Bryce). My life will never be the same. Now I know: I AM AN INTROVERT.
Everything makes sense now. As an introvert, I am