Tag Archive: Introverts


All It Takes Is One

All It Takes Is One

I’m an introvert. I have been all my life, and I can’t say I would change it even though sometimes not being an introvert would make my days a whole lot easier.

As far back as I can remember, I’d rather sit at home and read a book or write than go hang out with large groups of people. See, I’ve always been uncomfortable around people. The church I go to now is the same one I’ve been going to since my family moved to Tucson when I was two or three years old, but I didn’t really have any friends until I reached high school. The reason for that friendlessness is quite simple: I didn’t know how to talk to strangers. I was too afraid to walk up to a group of people I didn’t really know and introduce myself, so I didn’t. I’d just pray that my one or two friends would be at church that Sunday, and when they weren’t, I’d sit by myself and want to cry because I felt so alone.
The first time I went to church camp in sixth grade, I didn’t have anyone to sit by on the bus driving up (don’t worry, someone ended up sitting next to me). I distinctly remember looking out the window of the Greyhound bus, fighting tears, and mentally begging God to let me get off that bus and go back home.
Like I said, I’m an introvert. That’s just my personality. I feel things deeply, and I’m harder on myself than anyone else could be. My mom has been telling me horror stories from my younger years. Apparently, some family friends or something came over for dinner one night and I refused to come out from underneath a chair in my parent’s room because I was terrified that they wouldn’t like me.
Looking back on awful moments like that, I can’t say I regret any of them. Not having friends at church in middle school not only worked into the trials I had to face that shaped me into who I am today, but I am now able to realize how blessed I am to have the friends I’ve made now. That camp I went to in sixth grade that started out so poorly ended up being the place where I personally experienced God’s presence for the first time. I am happy to say my life has not been the same since. And even though I can’t remember refusing to meet those family friends when I was little, it was similar catastrophes that prodded me to strive towards being a little more extroverted so that I ever so slowly learned to be a more healthy introvert.
I’m glad to know that I can relate to the picture I posted above. I’m not saying that I have never been mad, depressed, or antisocial, but I can say that I am content to be an introvert because that’s how God created me to be.
End of book quote: “Do your ears hang high!” —Do Your Ears Hand Low? by Caroline Jayne Church
P.S. In case anyone is interested in seeing another perspective on being an introvert, check out the post “It’s Okay to Be an Introvert: A Review of Susan Cain’s Quiet” on the blog The Bookshelf of Emily J. Let’s see if this link works: http://emilyjanuary.wordpress.com/2012/05/23/its-okay-to-be-an-introvert-a-review-of-susan-cains-quiet/

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A Lack of Courage

“Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear.” –Ambrose Redmoon

There are a lot of instances in my life that I wish I would have had more courage throughout. Today for instance I went to my friend’s birthday party, and had a noticeable lack of any resembling bravery. There were twenty or more people there and I only knew the friend who invited me. You’d think it would be easy to make friends with that many new people to choose from, but it wasn’t. I didn’t do a great job of meeting any of them.

Almost everyone seemed awesome and nice, but I just couldn’t think of anything to say. They have lived different lives than I have in much different ways, and when I realized that, I couldn’t bring myself to keep up a conversation with any of them. Don’t get me wrong, I’m horrible at meeting new people anyways, but I was overwhelmed by how many people there were that I had never met before compared to how many I actually knew.

Courage is a hard thing to come by.

Mid-book quote: “I have hated the words, and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.” —The Book Thief by Markus Zusak