Re: On introverts and how to interact with us.
Introverted myself
Makes me wonder how many introverts are empathic , and how many are more comfortable with only other introverts.
In the last picture, she reminded me of Joan from Mad Men. &feature=youtube_gdata_player
Of course the girl in the cartoon is quite the opposite of Joan
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I was an introvert when I was younger. Just because I didn't want people to know I was a foster kid/group home boy and because of my voice. I had many nicknames in High School; Raspy and The Godfather were just a couple. I also came out in High School and ended my relationship with my then girlfriend which made life so much better. After High School I moved to Pittsburgh and became a total extrovert. I went out to the bars/clubs at 19 and I got in because I was cute. Not bragging or being egotistical. I was a skinny little Puerto Rican boy with a 29 inch waist. But now I am back to being an introvert. Not sure how it happened, Being severely depressed doesn't help either. My voice hinders me too. I don't like to open my mouth. I can't even ask for help in a store half the time. I either ask Bruce to ask for me or I just leave the store. I used to go out walking everyday. Sometimes I'd walk 11-12 miles and not even realize it till my legs started to turn to rubber. But I felt at peace and with my headphones on, I was in my own little world. I barely go out anymore. And when I do I feel forced. And I am often if not always running late because subconsciously or consciously I don't want to go. I liked coming on STO because I felt like I met people I could connect with and I see that many of you have similar issues. While this does not make me happy, it does make me feel better. But lately even STO has felt like a forced social thing. Winter is the worst time for me too. All the grey and gloom makes me want to sleep all the time. Enough of my babbling. Off to kill some Voth or Borg.
I was an introvert when I was younger. Just because I didn't want people to know I was a foster kid/group home boy and because of my voice. I had many nicknames in High School; Raspy and The Godfather were just a couple. I also came out in High School and ended my relationship with my then girlfriend which made life so much better. After High School I moved to Pittsburgh and became a total extrovert. I went out to the bars/clubs at 19 and I got in because I was cute. Not bragging or being egotistical. I was a skinny little Puerto Rican boy with a 29 inch waist. But now I am back to being an introvert. Not sure how it happened, Being severely depressed doesn't help either. My voice hinders me too. I don't like to open my mouth. I can't even ask for help in a store half the time. I either ask Bruce to ask for me or I just leave the store. I used to go out walking everyday. Sometimes I'd walk 11-12 miles and not even realize it till my legs started to turn to rubber. But I felt at peace and with my headphones on, I was in my own little world. I barely go out anymore. And when I do I feel forced. And I am often if not always running late because subconsciously or consciously I don't want to go. I liked coming on STO because I felt like I met people I could connect with and I see that many of you have similar issues. While this does not make me happy, it does make me feel better. But lately even STO has felt like a forced social thing. Winter is the worst time for me too. All the grey and gloom makes me want to sleep all the time. Enough of my babbling. Off to kill some Voth or Borg.
I went to a Christmas party tonight hosted by a friend and his wife. It was OK, at first, a few people I knew and who were always very friendly and welcoming to me. It seemed nice and cozy and I felt I could be OK.
Then more and more people started showing up and I felt the rising panic inside me. Everyone was talking and I was hiding in a corner gripping a cup of ice water for dear life.
Finally I couldn't take it, any more, picked up my coat and walked outside to escape. Someone followed me out, I thought it was my friend, but it was one of the other guests I didn't know. She gave me a weird look and went to get something out of her car. As soon as she was back inside I was in my car and a couple of minutes later, on my way home.
Back to my hamster ball where it's safe; why did I ever decide to get out of it?
Sounds like agoraphobia.