In the big picture of life, little irritations are just that: Little. And irritating.
I don’t suggest that our lives are made miserable by these things, or insist that anyone do anything different. To each his own. But there are little moments in life when introverts have to bite our tongues (or not), smile through clenched teeth, and make the best of things. But extroverts, if we seem a little testy sometimes, you might as well know why.
Calling, calling, calling. If I didn’t answer the first time you called, I won’t answer the second time you call 30 seconds later. If you call a third time, I’ll answer, but it had damn well better be an emergency.
“I prefer the phone.” And I prefer not the phone, so let’s compromise. You don’t necessarily occupy higher moral ground in this.
“Since you’re not doing anything...” Sitting quietly and staring into space is doing something. It does not mean I’m waiting for a nice chat.
“Whatcha reading?” Similarly, my book is not a secret code for “talk to me.”
“May I join you?” Um…no? (But sometimes yes. So go ahead, make sense of that. Good luck.)
“Let me introduce you to everyone….” I know, I know…that’s only good manners. But it kind of freaks me out a little. If there are more than three people, I won’t remember everyone’s name anyway.
“I invited a few people to join us. Hope that’s OK.”: It’s not really, but there’s nothing I can do about it now.
“I used to be an introvert.” Yeah … no. You’re an introvert or you’re not an introvert. More likely you used to be shy. Plus, the implication here is “…but I got better.”
Hugs! Hard as it is for me to believe, I have heard stories of hugging expanding from personal to the professional. In other words, hugs expected in business settings. Can this really be true? What is happening here that is causing us to lose respect for personal space?
Please, in the name of all that is good and holy, stop: There is nothing even remotely fair or kind about this, but when the people behind me on an airplane make friends and chatter through the an entire flight, I want to leap over my seat and throttle them both. (Note: I have never leapt over an airplane seat nor throttled anyone.)
This You have got to be kidding.
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