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Confessions of a Faithful Introvert…

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Dear World,

I am an introvert. No, I am not stuck up or rude, it’s just that everything about you and your extreme extrovertedness…well, it exhausts me. When you talk incessantly and get right up into my personal space, every single part of me wants to tape your mouth shut and then go home, light a candle, and read a good book. Your constant need for companionship, noise, and busy, drains the very life out of me, and although you are energized by such things, I am sucked dry.

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Purple orchid

Dear World,

I am an introvert. I am not shy and I don’t hate people. No, I just prefer things to be low key, quiet, and meaningful. I would rather spend an evening with 2 or 3 close friends amidst a quiet setting with some good food, than in a noisy crowd shouting to be heard, while working the room with the movers and shakers of this world. You can keep your large dinner parties, your large group book clubs, and your fake hugs (please don’t touch me…ever). I will share my truest self with only a few, and when I do, the number of words that I use will be approximately 4,150 less words than you use. Please know that I like you, I just need less of you.

Dear World,

I am an introvert. That doesn’t mean that I am less than you in this world of extroverts, it just means that we are different from one another. When you get excited to be the center of attention, I get a stomach ache. When you come alive after spending HOURS with people, I HAVE to retreat and find time alone to re-energize. That’s right, the alone time energizes me.

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Slippered feet on a table outside

Dear World,

I am an introvert. When you rush out the door each morning, excited to get your busy on, I make a cup of peppermint tea and I sit on the back porch and I pray…for a quite a while. And then, while still in my pajamas, I read. I read alone. I read with my kids. I read with my husband. When mid morning rolls around, and you have already spoken to seventy five people, I have purposely had my phone on silent because I am not ready for you at two in the afternoon, let alone at nine in the morning.

Dear World,

I am an introvert. If you and I were to get brain scans, side by side, they would be different. No joke. The brain of an introvert processes information differently than other people…google it. And just because I like to be alone more than you do, it does not mean that I am self absorbed, it just means that I am better able to take in the world around me through the lens of introspection, solitude, and quietness.

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A woman with strands of hair falling across her face

A hand holding a small yellow flower

 

image1Dear World,

I am an introvert. You don’t have the trademark on “normal”. Your fast pace and pushiness will not set the pace for my life. It’s okay if you’re a big bold flower opening yourself up to all, but please see the beauty in the shrinking violet or the wall flower…yes, there is beauty there, too.

Dear World,

I am an introvert. If you are overly pushy and fake I will probably get a restraining order against you. But if you let up a little, and allow me to get to know you…hey, once you are in, you’re in for keeps. Those who I allow into my inner circle will always have my truest devotion, friendship, loyalty, and L-O-V-E.

Dear World,

I am an introvert. And I love Jesus. You too? But when you decided to have Sunday morning church services begin with the congregation getting up from their seats to greet one another and shake hands, you ruined my life. But I forgive you. Moving on…

A bowl of peaches, a blue candle, and scrabble tiles that spell out "The art of solitude".

 

Coffee picnic on a quilt in the woods

A lonely chair on a gravel road

Cup of tea in an ornate tea cup

Dear World,

I am an introvert and Moses might have been too. He was terrified to speak for God to the people, so much so that God had to get someone to speak for him. Yeah, the public speaking thing…nuff said. Or how about Mary, Martha’s sister? While her loud and busy sister ran around in stressed-out-woman mode, Mary herself was commended by Jesus for sitting quietly at the feet and drinking in the knowledge of her Lord. A Holy Spirit filled introvert can be a powerful prayer warrior, a committed student of God’s word, and sensitive to the voice of the Lord, because spending hours of quiet time with the Lord is a necessity for the Introvert. What I’m trying to say in a nice way, is that if we didn’t have the Lord filling us up with Himself, your lack of restraint, (ahem), word-vomit,  would probably send many-a-good Introvert into a pretty legit nervous break down.

Dear World,

I am an introvert. But we can be friends, you and I – extrovert and introvert. We can realize that we may have many differences, but our similarities lie in the fact that we are both created in the image of God, we are both sinners, and we both have a Grace available to us that will guide us in walking the not so fine line between social gluttony and social anorexia. And at the end of the day we can agree to disagree about some things while meeting for a cup of coffee (at a quiet place for a short time without you being too touchy;)), and we can live happily ever after. The end.

Solitarily and reluctantly yours,

Jodi

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13 comments

  1. So relatable! I work full-time and am blessed with a husband who understands I need some time to recharge at the end of the day.

    1. Kate, I too have a husband who is sensitive to my needs as an introvert. We are blessed, aren’t we?💕 Thank you for your thoughtful comment and blessings to you!

  2. So beautifully written and I can identify with what you wrote.. I love the way you rounded it up so wonderfully..that is the true essence, in our differences, we are one, and we can agree to disagree with kindness and acceptance..

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