Hello, everybody. I'm Samantha and I'm an introvert. With the
connotations that go along with this word one would think it were
a bad thing. At first I fought it and then I went with it. I can still hear
in my head the tone in which my mother says my sister is such a social
butterfly. I enjoy social activities, but coincidentally my favourite
hobbies tend to involve doing something alone (sewing, gardening,
reading, yoga, DIY projects). In high school, introverts aren't given
much of a choice, which probably explains some of the teenage
moodiness. There is less of this forced-socialization in university
- sororities and fraternities aside - and things begin to look up for
us introverts. After university was difficult. I'm sure like many
others out there, it came as a bit of a surprise that it wasn't so easy to
land that dream job with that piece of paper you had earned confirming
your ability to learn that cost so much to get. I went back to waiting
tables and when serving groups of four or more, I stumbled on
everyday speech when I normally have no problem talking.
What if Baby wants to be in the corner?!
All of this mumble jumble has to do with my new position
as a newspaper columnist. When I imagined myself writing, I
imagined myself, alone, typing away on the keyboard. Well,
when I was little I imagined a pen and paper, but the times
have changed, haven't they? I didn't picture other people, I pictured
myself with just my thoughts, ideas, and whatever my imagination
could muster. Having a column that revolves around my new
community puts me out of my shell, there is the need for interaction.
It can be a bit scary sometimes to talk to strangers and having to be
the one to introduce themselves first. I need to listen to the stories
of the locals and immerse myself in my new surroundings - that
doesn't happen if I hide at the back and keep to myself. Sometimes
you got to do what you don't want to do to get what you want.
This is one of those times.
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