God
creates special batteries. These special batteries are people that energize
those around them. Some of them are the life of the party—radiating a bombastic
vibe that fills a room or stage with electricity. Some of them are shy and
awkward—always uncomfortable in a crowd; yet, there is a gentle, penetrating
warmth that emanates from them. Some are the champagne effervescence of
dialogue—bubbling over with friendliness. These batteries are introverts.
I
know what you’re thinking: “I’ve never heard introverts described like this
before?” No, no, you haven’t. I fear introverts are often viewed as moody,
withdrawn, and gloomy. At the party, the introvert can be the Jeckyll-Hyde—the hot
fudge frosting and cherry on top until ninety minutes in when their
personality becomes the rice cake on the snack tray. And then, ten minutes
later, Hyde sulks out the back door to, “Go home and take a nap.”
I
am an introvert raised by a family of introverts. Don’t fear. Being raised by
introverts isn’t like being raised by wolves. I’ve never known wolves to eat
their young. Ah, that sly, dark sense of humor I possess. Not all introverts
are funny, but many are. So, let’s begin looking at this mysterious creature.
Yesterday
I was having lunch with three friends. Two I suspect are introverts. One is
definitely an extrovert. Mr. Extrovert was the conductor of the discussion. Of
course, you may wonder, how could I tell? An introvert can also direct the
symphony of dialogue. Here’s the difference. At about three hours in, the
introverts were becoming tired. Once an introvert’s social bottle is uncorked,
those around can freely imbibe until the vessel is dry. Once dry, there is no
more to give. Mr. Extrovert, on the other hand, was just getting going, because
his glass was now sloshing over. I suspect he could have continued incessantly
until basic life processes (like the need for sleep or perhaps death) prevented
his socializing.
In
social settings, the introvert has a battery set on discharge. So, they can be the energizers.
The extrovert has a battery set on recharge. That’s why as the party
progresses, you’ll see the introverts begin to exit while the extroverts beg
them to stay. Without an energizer around, the extroverts become leeches
without a host. Once the introverted social champagne has run dry, the
extroverts are left by themselves and begin to drink harder social liquors. The
introverts left the party four hours ago to drink on their thoughts all alone.
Is
it fair to call the extrovert a leech? Probably not, but I’m doing the writing.
When extroverts enter their rah-rah, let’s-go-team mode, they feel like a leech
to introvert. Introverts that have ever been in sales know what I’m talking
about—where some overly caffeinated facilitator leads the group through
extroverted aerobics—slanting slogans, clapping, standing up, doing the Hokey
Pokey, and turning around and then, as we’re ready to slump in our seats due to
exhaustion, we’re supposed to turn to our neighbors. To an introvert, this is
manipulation. You are using our social energy, that special battery God has
given us to share with the world, and you’re wasting it on trivial games simply
for your amusement and the benefit of all the extroverts in the room.
I
am aware I’m not being fair to the extroverts. I have extroverted friends who
are wonderful people. What I’m sharing in the previous three paragraphs is not
a rational analysis of extroversion. It’s how extroverts feel to introverts
once the introvert’s battery is depleted; or, when the extrovert’s extroversion
knob is turned too high.
Introverts
are society’s special battery. They can energize those around them. But, that
energy comes at a dire cost to the introvert—because that energy is limited and
at times can easily be depleted. To the introvert, this means you must learn
how to budget that energy. At times, reclusion is the only healthy option. For
the extrovert, realize you are spending our precious energy. Don’t waste that
energy on the trivial or for your feel good amusement. Help us channel that
energy for the betterment of mankind.