I'm an Introvert, Really!
You know, most people assume I am an extrovert. I am essentially an introvert, however...Personality tests have shown that, consistently!
True, I am comfortable in crowds (selected crowds, mind you) and can function in big circles, but after a day of being with hordes of children and other people, I need that time to run back to my little caccoon and just be with myself!
I sometimes find it weird why people find that so difficult to do, really...I have no problem going on long walks alone, just immersed in my own thoughts or even singing to myself...And I am very happy to be alone in my room just starring at the wall!
How this silence and solitarity affect other people, however, is sometimes made apparent! Which is something I don't think about, because it really does not bother me...
Just wanted to share what happened at the hospital yesterday, at 'work' (volunteer=work), in the little room I work in, faced with a shelf and drawers of nothing but documents, envelopes, baby-armbands, plastic bags, and all kinds of stationery.
A man in scrubs popped in with equipment, and after exhanging pleasantries, left. He then returned with another load, and mused:
Man: "Gee, it's awfully quiet in here, eh?"
Me: "Uh-huh". *Smile*
Man: "Doesn't that bother you?"
I went on with my work, and suddenly, this nurse pops her head in and says something so quickly, I just stared at her, and went "Pardon?"...It could have been I was so engrossed in my work, I wasn't paying any attention to what she said until I actually saw her standing at the door!
She: "Would you like a radio in here or something, hon? We could look into getting you one".
Me: "A radio?!?"
She: "Yes, it's so horribly quiet here, you poor thing. If it was me, I would have died of boredom!"
Me: "Oh!...Actually, I'm good. But thank you very much!"
After she left, I wanted to kick myself for turning down the offer of them putting a radio in the room, but then I realised I actually like it nice and quiet...My thoughts are entertaining enough, thank you very much...
In fact, in one class seminar where we were asked to simulate a conversation between two people (yourself and an imaginary friend), when the professor asked us to stop, many were still writing (me included), and he mused: "Quite some people have conversations that are going very well!"
Anyway, back to the nurse. I was pretty touched she actually noticed 'poor me' stuck in that room enough to bring up the issue of the radio. After all, none of the staff actually know my name or actual existence, save for the ward-clerks. The rest know there's someone who comes in who does their paperwork, but they don't really know who that person is. And it's not that hard to miss me. My 'office' is outside the main wing!
I'm just the person who stops random people in scrubs in the department when I run out of documents, stationery or baby armbands...I have a badge, so they know I am associated with the hospital...
But yeah, all that peace and quiet isn't all that bad...Just the mechanical, repetitive motions can be strangely relaxing, and you know the only hazard you have is a paper cut, which I get almost every week, by the way...
Hmmm...Maybe I am weirder than I thought! =)