This book, I wanted to love it; I promise I did. But I didn’t. If there was an introversion/extroversion scale, I’d fall right about here:
So I wanted a book that discussed how to deal with people who don’t believe me when I tell them that schmoozing makes me feel ill - literally. Or who think it’s rude that they are not greeted with a smile when showing up at my house unannounced – don’t ever do that. Or who don’t understand that to me, up to 3 is company (when anticipated), but more than that is a crowd - always. And the list goes on.
Instead I got a book that seemed to be countless research studies on introversion combined into narrative form to create some sort of validation or confirmation that introversion is okay and/or normal. But I’m not confused about who I am nor am I uncomfortable with it.
Something that did make me uncomfortable is the author's borderline bashing of extroverts. I never argue that introversion is better than extroversion. I only want extroverts to respect that introversion significantly impacts the way one interacts.
People are especially oblivious to this fact in the workplace where the message to introverts is that you don’t have to change who you are, but you do have to act like something you are not. I agree with Jay from Bibliophilopolis who says, “Introvert abuse seems rampant in corporate America.’’
The book wasn’t bad. I did finish it. It just wasn’t what I expected. But it has prompted me to find outlets that cater to introverts which is actually something I had never thought of. I now follow several introversion themed groups on Facebook and that has been quite enjoyable. Someone suggested meeting with groups in the area that cater to introverts. Yeah, well, that's an oxymoron if I ever heard one!
“Or at school you might have been prodded to come “out of your shell” – that noxious expression which fails to appreciate that some animals naturally carry shelter everywhere they go, and that some humans do just the same.” Quiet by Susan Cain