Allie Pleiter | I think I have a writing disability.

I’m an extrovert. A raging, card-carrying, put-my-photo –in-the-dictionary-next-to-the-definition extrovert. And introverts—not extroverts--populate the writers world by a huge majority.

Really, I’m starting to think I’m coming off rather badly at these things. I’m missing a gene. Most of the writers I truly admire don’t have this psychotic impulse to go meet new people and make them talk to me. Perhaps I need to start counting to ten before I engage another person in conversation. Or find a support group. Perhaps I am the exception that proves the rule. Perhaps I serve some useful social function, saving introverts from having to create conversation—or…gulp…giving them an oddity they can all talk about like the bad boss that unites an office by giving all the workers a common enemy.
Pipe up! Chime in! The internet is the water cooler of introverts! Tell me what you think of the oddities of extroverted writers…or extraverted readers…or tell me to please hush up and go home….
Allie Pleiter
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2 Comments:
Allie,
I was born shy. My mother was shy. My two children were shy. Fortunately, with age, I've overcome much of it. Yet at times I wish I was more of an extrovert.
Isn't that funny, that I feel I need to overcome my extrovertedness? Everyone else in my family is an introvert, and I continually have to remind myself that their impulses never match mine. It makes it especially hard to parent. I'm always telling my kids to "snap out of it", which is hardly helpful....
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