The more popular definition of introvert tend toward black and white images of hermits and fallen swordsmen who hide in caves and can't be bothered with the world because they just hate everyone. After an ex once said to me, in response to my lack of enthusiasm for going out to a smoky bar to see our friends band, that it was because I "hated friends and fun", I really thought, shit, if only I weren't an introvert...dot dot dot, even though that particular line of reasoning was terribly inaccurate, and the most ridiculously funny thing that I can remember being said to me, besides, "I'd give my law degree to see you totally naked".
See, actually introverts don't hate people at all. In fact many of them love many people, even if they may be more descriminating about it than extroverts, but according to Labour Canada's career placement test, the real difference between introverts and extroverts is that being in the company of others requires an energy expenditure for an introvert, whereas it is a source of energy for extroverts. So if you go home from a perfectly loving evening of snogging gay stippers down at the Waldorf feeling just drained, you might be an introvert! Their definition of extrovert did conjure up images of energy vampires, but who am I to judge.
They don't have to bite you on the neck to suck your energy, but they like to.
Hearing this made me feel just peachy; rather how my grandmother must have felt after she had her official diagnosis changed from "paranoid schizophrenia" to "hallucinatory bi-polar disorder".
Being anything less than completely popular is nothing to be ashamed of. God save the introvert (cause nobody else will!)
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