the truth of what is.

Over the years a number of people have refused to believe that I'm an introvert. I find this vaguely annoying, since I venture to say I know myself better even than people who have known me my whole life. I have social skills, I regularly enjoy the company of others, and I have a lot of rich, complex relationships; due to the popular view of "introvert" as a loner, or shy, or "anti-social" (which wouldn't get a quarter of its current overuse if anyone would bother to look it up), I've been largely unable to explain to people what introversion actually is. However, someone else has been kind enough to do it for me. It's a fun article. It makes fun of extroverts, but you all run the world and I really question your need to be offended in this particular case.


     With what attentive courtesy he bent
     Over his instrument;
     Not as a lordly conquerer who could
     Command both wire and wood,
     But as a man with a loved woman might,
     Inquiring with delight
     What slight essential things she had to say
     Before they started, he and she, to play.

               - Frances Cornford (1886-1960)

I like that poem.