Many thanks to my dear friend Annette Thomson for posting this on FB today. It struck a chord with a few of us and got me thinking (always a highly dangerous activity)
It would appear that many feel the same. While we don’t go in for anti-social behaviour, we have a low sociability tolerance-level. I don’t do well in crowds. Love people but in manageable numbers. At the moment the noise level of a full room is enough to drive me into catatonia. It’s a shame because on a lower scale I adore chatting to friends. The other night we had our pre-Christmas do over at the village hall and I was delighted to sit with a plastic goblet of apple juice and be force-fed sugar for a while. After an hour, however, it all got too much for me and I did what the wee man in the cartoon is doing. I escaped.
This time of year is not good for people like us. Office parties and enforced jollity rule and those who find it hard are labelled kill-joys or even worse “stand-offish”. We don’t want to be hermits (well, OK, sometimes I do but that is part of my condition) and we enjoy the company of selected friends immensely. Silly, isn’t it? My on-line persona is extrovert and sociable to the point of gregarious. The truth is rather different. I’m a closet introvert. Maybe that is where introverts are happiest – in the stationery cupboard, alone!