Hiya, I'm an ambivert! Y'know, the kind of extrovert who claims to like a lot of alone time but totally loves partyin' every weekend.
Nope, I know what you're thinking and you're wrong.
I'm not just a normal, mature extrovert. I'm an ambivert; the super duper special kind.
Cue Galactic Facepalm
Let me first preface this little rant with the fact that I do NOT hate extroverts. They're cool. My entire family is extroverted from what I can tell.
Extroverts are also much better at, ahem, networking and making lots of noise, so they've got that all goin' for 'em. :)
No, no. This rant comes from a place of love... and frustration. Mostly with those precious few who seem to think the difference in being introverted or extroverted is akin to that of flipping a switch.
Where do I even begin...
Yes, we introverts enjoy our solitary book-reading and what have you.
No, reading a book once does not make you an introvert.
It's not a club. Our brains literally process information differently.
To put it simply, everything that turns extroverts on and gets you amped like energizer bunnies turns us off worse than a spider sex tape.
Introversion is not a novelty act. We don't just pretend to act all huffy for a while to get attention. We actually want to be left alone.
I've never met a true ambivert in my life; only extroverts who seem to like pretending they're introverts.
They don't fool any of us, but they probably get introvert points amongst their extrovert pals.
Please spare us the lame "I like alone time too!" claims. We've heard 'em all and they're crap.
You'll be first in line at this weekend's 24-hour rave. :)
