Publication: Freedom — OCR - Placentia News-Times; Date:March 17, 2017; Section: News; Page Number: 2
WHAT A DAY
Going out with an introverted personality
Most folks identify as being either extroverts or introverts. Extroverts want to spend Saturday night partying. Introverts want to spend it at home.
I’m learning, however, that even this description has shades of gray. Some of my extroverted friends love to be surrounded by people, but don’t like a lot of noise and chaos. My introverted friends prefer their solitude, however, they do seek out other people’s company.
To be fair, they’re writers, so most of the time, they’re searching for characters to put in their novels.
My husband is an introverted extrovert. He loves a party. If you invite him, he’ll be there. If he’s invited to two parties on the same date, he will attempt to attend both. If there are three parties on that day, he will drive me crazy, trying to go to all of them.
Once he’s at the party, he sits quietly, preferring to observe the chaos without being part of it.
I am an extroverted introvert. I like being alone, which is important for a writer. Although I love my family, I still enjoy the quiet of the house when they’re not here.
That being said, I am unafraid of public speaking, and will happily stand in front of a crowd and talk about my passions. When I’m in the middle of leading a workshop, or working at my booth at the Heritage Day festival, I think I must be a true extrovert.
Then I get home and sleep for an entire day, and realize that I’m not. It takes a lot of energy to talk to people. My moment in the public spotlight usually exhausts my inner introvert.
This week, I had the pleasure of attending a book club as their guest speaker. Book clubs are both fun and frightening for me. I’ve spoken at 3 different groups, and have always had a great time, but I will never forget the author-friend who told me of being asked to speak at a book club.
She happily skipped off to the lovely private home and met the group of women, who proceeded to tell her how much they hated her book and that she was a dreadful writer. Each time I’m invited to a book club, I’m waiting for that particular shoe to drop.
But I’ll still show up, if you invite me (hint: leaving a trail of wine bottles to your door usually works).
This club was a lively group of about 10 women, who asked me questions about everything from the writing process, to the plots of my books. It’s a rare treat for an author, to be able to explain what they were thinking when they wrote something.
The topics of the evening roamed, from books to pets to families and favorite TV shows. A gorgeous buffet of food was served, along with the wine, although I was too busy talking to partake.
I still had things to do when I got home. Laundry needed to be put away, emails needed to be sent, and I needed to write my column. But my fun and energetic evening had drained me.
Instead, I snuggled into the recliner with a plate of scrambled eggs, and watched a cooking show. It was a wonderful evening for the extrovert. Now it was the introvert’s turn to enjoy life.
Longtime Placentia resident Gayle Carline tracks those moments that shape her days as a wife, mom, computer whiz and horsewoman. E-mail her at [email protected].