I am 32 years old, and it still surprises me that I'm an introvert.
You see, people have told me nearly from birth that I'm an obvious extrovert.
And when I took the Meyers Briggs in my educational psych class in college, and the test said that I was an I - Introversion, well - the test must be faulty. I was far too fun and outgoing to be an I!
Except all is not always as it seems.
One time Dan surprised me with concert tickets to a band I really like.....and I cried and begged him to return them.
My friends are sometimes insulted when I don't answer their calls. Except I don't always answer even when my mama calls. (Thankfully, she gets me.)
I don't have any trouble talking in front of large crowds, even on the spur of the moment. But ask me to mingle in that crowd for an hour or two, and I break out in hives and look for the nearest exit.
Those are just a few examples of ways that I don't make sense. But the more I've learned about introversion, the more I've realized that (hallelujah!!) I'm not crazy, I'm just an introvert in an extrovert's body! Dan lovingly calls me an innie-outie.
This article published in the Huffington Post is clearly written all about me - every point. In fact, you could actually put my name in that article and be totally accurate. I kind of want to print copies of this and hand it out to all my friends, because it explains those parts of my personality that I often feel like I need to apologize for.
So if you are my friend (or my husband!) and I sometimes annoy you, maybe this will shed some light on introversion (and why it's NOT in the DSM-IV).