We took our annual fall trip to the apple orchard today. Great fun was had by all.
Let’s just say these things are not great fun for introverted people such as myself. Large crowds of people I don’t know are not my idea of a fun time. The thought of making small talk with people I’ll never see again makes me nervous. I can’t be myself in these situations, as I naturally look pissed off and my personality is mostly comprised of sarcasm and desert dry humor, so if you don’t know me, I mainly just come off as a bitch. First impressions are really not my thing, just ask almost every potential employer I’ve interviewed with and my closest friends, whom I met in college, who if not for the saving voice of one very kind-hearted soul, would have never talked to me again. I like to have a good read on people before I get more comfortable, so I can know if they will get my Tommy Boy references or if I can make liberal jokes that they won’t get all uppity about. I need to know they have a sense of humor and know I am just kidding, which is hard to do on a 20 minute hayride. So, naturally I avoid eye-contact and just stick to keeping my kids in line.
I love watching my in-laws, who are completely at ease with strangers. My mother in law can get the guy next to us life-story within five minutes of sitting next to him. And trust me, it’s always horribly sad. I think these people seek her out, or else, no one has happy story. Going to Nagoya (a Japanese hibachi restaurant) where we all sit together with people we’ve never met is not a good place to go with her. She will become so close to the family next to us that at the end, they are exchanging Christmas cards. I don’t know how she does it.
I am finding kids are good and bad for introverts. On one hand, I have to focus on them so I don’t miss anything or lose them in a crowd, hence making it easier to not worry about the others around me. But on the other hand, it can be a lot like walking around naked, in that they can be really embarrassing. Nothing can make an introvert want to hide her house for the rest of her life like a kid yelling TWAT at the top his lungs at the grocery store.
Anyways, kids will make me come out of my shell eventually, if for anything so they don’t end up like me. You will see me at family functions, open houses, soccer games and wonder what I am so upset about. I’m really not, it’s just the way I look, just give me a few minutes. I will eventually take a Xanax or have a few drinks. Then I’ll be nice.