I found this on the web somewhere last week and shared it with my housemate.  She is on the extreme end of extrovert.  It’s interesting how we can accept each other but we don’t really understand the why of how we operate.  I don’t get being an extrovert any more that she gets being an introvert.  I mean, how can we?

An Introvert’s Lexicon
The following is meant to be a humorous look at the world from an Introvert’s point of view.

WORD Extrovert’s Definition Introvert’s Definition
Alone, adj. Lonely. Enjoying some peace and quiet.
Book, n. 1) Doorstop.

2) Paperweight.

1) Source of comfort.

2) Safe and inexpensive method of traveling, having adventures, and meeting interesting people.

Bored, adj. Not frantically busy. Stuck making small talk, and unable to escape politely.
Extrovert, n. A nice, normal, sociable person. Never surprises you with anything weird. A boisterous person who may be very nice, but who is somewhat exhausting to spend time with.
Free time, n. A time when you do group activities. (See Introvert’s Definition of work.) A time when you read without interruption until you’re in danger of going blind.
Friend, n. Someone who makes sure that you’re never alone. Someone who understands that you’re not rejecting them when you need to be alone.
Good manners, n. Making sure people aren’t left all by themselves. Filling in silence in a conversation. Not bothering people, unless it’s necessary, or they approach you. (Sometimes you can bother people you know well, but you make sure they aren’t busy first.)
Home, n. A place to invite everybody you know. A place to hide from everybody you know.
Internet, n. 1) Another medium for advertising.

2) A place where geeks with no life hang out.

A way to meet other introverts. You don’t have to go out, and writing allows you to think before just blurting something out.
Introvert, n. One of those who like to read. Moody loners. Be careful not to tick them off; some of them are serial killers. One who shows a perfectly natural restraint and caution when meeting new people. One who appreciates solitude. Often, one who enjoys reading and has a philosophical mind.
Love, n. Never having to do anything alone. Being understood and appreciated.
Music, n. Background noise. Something with a tune and lyrics which may be moving and intelligent, or may be drivel.
Phone, n. Lifeline to other people – your reason for living. Necessary (?) evil, and yet another interruption. Occasionally useful, but mostly a nuisance.
Reading, v. A chore that a teacher makes you do when you’re a kid. You have to do it in secret and pretend you don’t really do it, or people think you’re strange.
Shell, n. Something you find on the beach. What people relentlessly nag you to come out of. Why do you have to leave it, if you’re happy there?
To go out, v. Requires at least two people, and the more the better. Constant chatter, loud music, sports, crowds, and food consumption are all fun components of going out. Can be done alone or with others. Enjoyable if there’s some point to it; i.e., in order to see a band, a movie, a play, or perhaps to have a stimulating discussion with one or two close friends.
Work, n. Having to read, write, listen, or concentrate on anything. Being pestered every five minutes about something trivial, and not allowed to concentrate.
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6 Responses to introverts

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  3. alxeen says:

    ‘some of them are serial killers’ haha I always find that amusing.


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  5. I will always resent the introvert serial killer stereotype. Ted Bundy was out going FFS.



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