If I’ve talked to you about books or personality in the last two weeks or so, I’ve probably talked about Quiet: The Power of Introverts. I’ve read exactly 4 chapters and I keep telling people about it because I’ve learned so much. Essentially, our culture currently prizes extroversion above introversion and because of that, creativity and inspiration is lacking in day to day life. Because the most innovative ideas come from introverts, we are doing ourselves a disservice with the constant fixation on group activities and teamwork.
I used to think of myself as an introvert, but I began surprising myself a few years ago when I started enjoying being in groups. Being center of attention intimidates me, but I like the idea of giving a worthwhile comment or having a lengthy and intense discussion about books or the possibility of music-making with an old friend over a microbrew. Bouncing ideas off friends, successfully creating something with a team, and acting as an authority (in a professional setting as well as social settings) are all things that appeal to me.
I don’t mind being alone, but if I go to bed without having talked to anyone other than coworkers (no offense to my cube-dwelling friends), I feel restless and disappointed with myself. I should have reached out to Nicole today. I wonder how Kaleigh is doing in her new home. I should have asked Jason to meet up for a drink. I haven’t talked to my aunt in a long time, I wonder how her kitchen remodel went. It’s been a while since I’ve seen Sam. I should have hung out with Nic. I should have taken Christina up on that idea about coffee. I pull my sheets in closer and turn on my Kindle and start reading, and quickly forget about all of that.
My introverted nature is fighting with my freshly-cultivated extroversion. I want the people around me to know that they matter to me,but it’s so much easier to just putz around my apartment, pretending to be productive. That sounds selfish because it is. What stops me from reaching out to friends? They’ve reached out to me multiple times and I rarely return the gesture. Am I afraid of the rejection? In a few cases, maybe. But I know that I have common interests with these people. I’m confident I would enjoy that show Nic has been telling me about. I know I would get a month’s worth of laughter if I talked to Nicole for twenty minutes. And I might find a new friend if I reached out to Christina. But there’s a part of me that is reluctant to face the potential awkwardness of hanging out with a friend who doesn’t know me as deeply as someone like my best friend, Andrea. And that fear is what stops me from reaching out to those people.
But getting back to the issue here: my actual placement on the introversion/extroversion spectrum. When asked to list my hobbies, they’re all of the introverted variety: reading, writing, knitting & crochet, running, baking, cooking, sewing…good god, I sound like a grandma who should be in fantastic shape. Though I truly enjoy doing those things, I feel a pressure to be surrounded. Where that pressure hails is a mystery, but I feel it stronger than I’d like. The times I’ve showed my extroverted side, I’ve been rewarded instantly – by the approval of an idea, laughter at a joke, or the gratitude of being understood.
But it’s a quick sense of satisfaction. It takes very little effort for me to feel fulfilled in social situations. My default setting for social interaction is self-deprecation, and since people seem to enjoy that, I go with it. But the things that make me feel really good are things that require patience and focus on quieting my inner monologue to let the creativity flourish.
When I spent hours reading or writing, it was in high school – when I didn’t have much of a social life. I journaled constantly because I didn’t have a best friend to listen to my sometimes never-ending wordbarf. Reading allowed me to get swept away by a story. I wrote short stories and the beginnings of a few terrible novels, because when I was alone, I was able to cultivate and tweak those ideas. Without anyone else’s input clouding the development of my ideas, I was free to work as I saw fit, yielding some of my favorite pieces.
Having only read the first four chapters, I’m not sure what else I’ll find from the rest of Susan Cain’s book. So far, I’ve taken away that I’ve begun to prize the gratification of my extroverted efforts above my introverted ones, despite the fact that the latter gives deeper and longer-lasting satisfaction. After spending an hour writing this, I’m not sure if I want to go read more of the book or if I want to spend the rest of the night feeling guilty about not calling people.
If you haven’t heard of Susan Cain or her awesome book, I’d recommend listening to her fantastic TED Talk.
6 thoughts on “Quiet: Fighting the Intro-Extro Battle”
I’ve always felt that introverts have been less valued in society. We are very creative because we take time to think instead of talk and I wish there was more of an emphasis on creativity, because that is what drives us from just doing the same thing every day to trying something different.
this sounds amazing, and i cannot wait to read it. )
I read this book and loved it. It took me a while to read it, as there’s so much information and I needed to let it sink in. I wrote about it in my blog too, but it’s in Hebrew…
I have seen this video along time ago on TV and it reassured me as an Introvert that I do matter, I do count. I believe I didnt PICK BEING a introvert but was born this way. It is a blessing and a big downfall at times. At some point I had to accept how I was and find a happy medium. No amount of anyone telling me “get out of your shell” or be apart of this world could really make me change. Introverts recharge in their “alone time”. They require a great amount of time alone and think and care deeply! This is not to say its always ok to be alone, its not. We enjoy time with family and friends as much as the next person. Its just that we weigh it all to see if its worth the time and effort to be a part of it all. Will our thoughts or ideas even COUNT? Will we ever be heard or matter? We risk more than we are given credit for. I make no apologies for how I am or built inside. All I can do is be true to who I am and my convictions. At the end of the day all that matters to me is was I true to myself and did I honor God.
I got this book several months ago and lost it before I could get too far. The one chapter I did manage to read before losing it was really interesting… sounds like I will have to go dig it up.
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I got this book several months ago and enjoyed a chapter before I somehow lost it. I think it’s time to dig it up again…