A Link Between Introversion and Depression?
“Hi, nice to meet you. I’m an introvert.”
Last night I went to a course on event planning held by UC Berkeley extension. Although it didn’t dawn on me at the time, it was apparently the perfect opportunity to network. Even the course presenter encouraged us to network during the break. At break time, I made a beeline for the ladies’ room, where I stayed until the break was about over.
And sure enough, this morning my husband, who would hold the Olympic gold medal for networking if there were such a sport asked me, “So, did you do any networking?”
“No, I don’t network. You know that. I’m not going to give just anyone my email and telephone number. I don’t want to get to know someone until I know if I want to get to know them.”
He looked blank.
“Okay, I know, that doesn’t make sense. But I just can’t do it. It’s not me.”
It’s not me because I am an introvert. You might not know it if you were standing next to me in a line somewhere, because I have no problem chatting. I’m animated and talkative and you’ll probably learn a lot about me in five minutes. Just don’t ask for my email address or phone number unless we discover we’re long-lost relatives.