I’m quite sure I get labeled as a “snob” on regular occasion. How do I know this? I’ve been told – “Gosh! I used to think you were a total snob!” True story…over and over.
I’m an introvert…maybe to the extreme. I’m sure other people see me as “snooty,” “stuck-up,” or “too-good.” But really, the truth is….I feel so socially awkward that I just cannot be a socialite, no matter how hard I try.
If you’ve ever met me in person or seen me in public, you can vouch for this…I’m a wallflower. I don’t speak in public settings. If I’m with Barry, I stand with him and let him do the talking. If I’m in a group of mommies, I stand on the outside edge and just listen.
I’ve tried to be more “outgoing.” But then I totally end up saying something utterly bizarre so that people just stare at me and walk away…true story. Again.
I’m comfortable at home or around those I am close to. I frequently use the term #hermitintrovert on Instagram to describe myself. I’m just happy here – I’m comfortable. I’m in the zone, man.
I HAVE to be drawn out – sought out – spoken to first. Otherwise, I’ll just take on my mute status. And I’m okay with that…I like my quiet place. 😉
BUT, lemme tell you something. When I do get to know you, you better watch out – the flood gates are gonna open and I’ll talk like a leaky faucet.
I’m not an extrovert who has lots of friends they consider their “besties.” I have a few very close friends...that’s it. And that’s all I need. I’m happy here…I’m in the zone, man.
You might find it crazy that I’m an introvert blogger…isn’t that an oxymoron? I share my life here – I let it all hang out (except with clothes on – all the time). But actually, being a blogger suits my introvertness. I can be at home – alone – and still write.
I’m not even an extrovert blogger – I don’t make lots of blogging friends – join blogging groups – go to conferences with other bloggers just to “hang out.” I tried that once – and while I loooooooooooooved being with my few close friends, I ended up in my hotel room on multiple occasions, crying, because I could not handle the amount of socialization going on. Sad, huh?
Actually, no. It’s not sad. It’s who I am. And I’m okay with that.
If you see me in public, please come up and speak with me. Because heaven knows, I will not initiate the conversation. HA! But I do want to chat with you – talk – get to know you. But I just don’t have the ability to make that first step.
Why in the world am I even writing this? You’re probably thinking, “Well, who gives a fat rat?”
I’m writing this because I know there are others out there like me…and I just want to encourage you – IT’S OKAY! It’s okay to be an introvert. It’s okay to be happy at home. We don’t have to be ashamed of the way we were made.
Sometimes I feel guilty because I don’t get out enough for my kids – so I try to make sure I make the most of the opportunities that we do have out. I occasionally MAKE myself do outings that I would rather not do (hello, three solid weeks out, including VBS and swimming lessons?!). Why? Because my kids aren’t like me.
My Annie NEEDS interaction with others. So, I take her when I can make myself. And I stand on the sidelines and watch her work her magic. I’m okay with that…I’m also okay with the fact that it means I have a “label” as a snob or stuck-up. I’m doing it for my kids, not for anyone else.
So, do me a favor? When you see another mama like me who is not talking, seems happy in her own world, standing back and watching her child…don’t label her. Don’t just assume she’s a snob…or rude…or inconsiderate. Maybe she’s just an introvert. Maybe she’s happy being quiet and not partaking in all the small talk. Maybe instead she’d rather get to the heart of things and immediately start talking about debt and big families. That’s cool – that’s me.
Introverts are not snobs. We’re just being us.
And I know there are more out there like me. Let’s be friends…together…but alone. Okay? 😉