Introverts Make Up 60% of the Gifted Population

For those people who know me, I am an introvert. It's a pain being an introvert because I'm often misunderstood.

Like when I said, "NO we are absolutely not feeding that mangy stray cat." Husband really didn't feed that poor scrawny starving kitten. (I've named him Wallace because he led a William Wallace revolt on my heart and now I feed him nightly.)

Or when I said "No thanks, I don't want a refill on my margarita" husband ACTUALLY thought I didn't want any more margarita. WTF.  

See what I mean.

I suck in large gatherings. I suck even more at large gatherings in small spaces. So keep that in mind if you ever invite me to a block party in your bathtub.

And don't even get me started on my awkwardness in elevators. I say something completely inappropriate and then laugh like a hyena.

Wikipedia defines introverts as:

"people whose energy tends to dwindle during interaction. Introverts tend to be more reserved and less outspoken in large groups. They often take pleasure in solitary activities such as reading, writing, music, drawing, tinkering, playing video games, watching movies, and using computers. In fact, introverts are more comfortable blogging about personal feelings they would not otherwise disclose. (SEE!) An introvert is likely to enjoy time spent alone and find less reward in time spent with large groups of people, though he or she may enjoy interactions with close friends. Introverts are easily overwhelmed by too much stimulation from social gatherings and engagement."

For anyone who has done it, they know...becoming a parent is hard. It's not hard in the way I thought it would be hard when I was childless. And I've come to realize how valuable love, support and encouragement is because husband and I don't have a clue what we are doing. Help can easily be misinterpreted as "holy shit that child will be stuck in that sleeper his whole life since his crackhead mother can't figure out those damn snaps!"

Tack on to that a full time job, volunteer obligations, social obligations, family obligations, sports obligations, asses to wipe and cat puke to clean up and the introvert in me starts screaming for mercy.

So when people get all Judgey McJudgerson and infantile about shit, I realize maybe they haven't bothered to get to know me.

Me: I think I would make a terrible cab driver.

Husband (laughing): Really? Why is that?

Me: Cause I hate talking to people. And cab drivers have to do a lot of talking.

Husband (trying hard NOT to laugh): Really? THAT's why you think you'd make a bad cab driver?

Me: Yes. (dramatic eye roll) Why do YOU think I'd make a bad cab driver?

Husband:  Um. Cause you can't drive.

Me: Are you kidding me? Have you met a cab driver that CAN drive. I already meet the prerequisite for cab driving which is an inability to drive.

Husband: True. Well then you're right. You would make a bad cab driver.

Husband clearly knows me.