Gone Extrovertin’

Guilford’s chess team lines up for a photo after a tournament. Chess players: introverts or extroverts?

Today’s prompt is What’s a lie you tell yourself?

I tell myself I am “extroverted” but…am I? I’ve never looked it up. I don’t recall ever taking a test that determines introversion, extroversion and ambiversion. No doctor has ever diagnosed me as an extrovert. I just decided one day, “I’m an extrovert, fuckers!”

And that was that.

What would my life be like had I “gone introvert?”

I imagine I, Connie, introverted, would have long eyelashes and pink cheeks. I’d shun politics and favor civil discourse. I’d be a Christian with impeccable posture. Cloth napkins, goblets, linen table cloths 24/7. I’d set the table with those things because introverts have taste. I’d have a Swiffer Sweeper and know exactly how much bleach to use when I’m washing a load of whites.

I read somewhere that introverts have real meaning in their lives, much more than us mothereffin’ extroverts.

What is “real meaning,” mofos?

I don’t know. All I know is one day I am going to die and while I don’t mind living la vida extroverta, please God, let my death be introverted. Let it be a quiet departure with a simple obituary in the local paper. I know they’re expensive but the introvert in me craves a quiet goodbye.

Thanks for reading.

Gone Extrovertin’,

Connie

2 thoughts on “Gone Extrovertin’”

  1. your post is a wild take on this one! Interestingly, most who know me would say I am an extrovert, but Myers-Briggs classed me an introvert and my exterior persona does not always match my interior settings (hermit if given a choice)–the world needs both extroverts and introverts and I find my drive to help others overrides my inner self often–maybe that describes most of us to some degree and maybe that’s good.

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