— Judith Hanson Lasater
— One For Sorrow, C.Barzak
We started talking about introverts and extroverts. The lecture was on the risk factors for developing depression. The lecturer described introverts as quiet, lonely and very reserved personalities. In her words, introverts had trouble connecting socially. And this apparently led them to develop depressive disorders. In comparison, her description of extroverts included the words sociable, bubbly and adventurous. To me this seemed to be a little sour. Somewhat offensive, even. It hurt that people were just nodding blindly, taking these notes. Row upon row of silver Macbook computers tap tapping away.
I consider myself an introvert. First of all, the label shouldn’t come with these preconceived notions of social ineptitude. I’m a functioning human being and I do know how to be sociable. It doesn’t make me defective, or at risk, if I tend to gravitate towards pockets of silence at parties. Sometimes we do want to hear what we are saying to other people. I am proud of being an introvert. It’s about how we recharge our batteries. I like spending Sundays cooking breakfast, listening to music and watching movies with friends. I absolutely love to dance, but apparently that doesn’t fit neatly into the columns. We are like paintings. We are people made of so many colours and we should never listen to someone who tells us how we have to be. We shouldn’t listen to people who say that we are wrong, because of who we are. We need to surround ourselves with people who we respect and who are kind and will grow with us.