Introvert

About a week or so ago, I had a friend on facebook post this article about Caring for Your Introvert, by Jonathan Rauch.
The whole article is awesome. You should check it out.
I'm going to quote the introduction here, because for some weird reason, his first paragraph is me. He describes me. And it freaks me out.

Do you know someone who needs hours alone every day? Who loves quiet conversations about feelings or ideas, and can give a dynamite presentation to a big audience, but seems awkward in groups and maladroit at small talk? Who has to be dragged to parties and then needs the rest of the day to recuperate? Who growls or scowls or grunts or winces when accosted with pleasantries by people who are just trying to be nice?
-Jonathan Rauch

As soon as I read this article, I posted it on Matt's page and I told him he needs to be nice to me. And part of being nice to me, Matthew, means don't bring up my awkward dragonfly story again. Please, and thank you.

It's weird, because I remember talking to my roommates this summer while I was really frustrated with life and I said something along the lines of "I'm an introvert that is being forced to do extroverted things and I don't like it!"

I always felt like it's a bad thing to be an introvert. Like, the way all my psychology text books made it sound was that it's almost like I have some kind of disease. But in general, I freaking hate psychology text books. HATE them. Maybe a good thing I dropped out of school? But as I was reading this, and realizing that those stupid tests that always scored me as more of an introvert than extrovert are probably right.

And on a side note, I got both the girls napping today, at the same time. Thank goodness. I get off work in an hour, and I'm so looking forward to napping, then doing Zumba, then Kickboxing then sleep!