I was sitting in a restaurant at the Atlanta airport. The people around me were laughing, joking, story telling. Obviously, they had a layover like I had and decided to grab a bite to eat. In addition to filling their bellies with food, they found a way to make it fun. They appeared to have a great time talking about March Madness, politics and life. They didn’t know each other, but they formed some common bonds and passed their time by building temporary friendships.
It looked like a lot of fun.
But I missed the party.
I watched. I laughed. I said nothing.
I missed out.
It happens all the time. It could be in a coffee shop, at a party, or any social setting.
My introversion won’t allow me to break the ice. Sometimes I do and when I do I have a great time. I’m always glad I did. But, most of the time, I keep eating my soup alone, admiring the party from the distance. Sometimes that’s okay, because I like my time alone, but in this case, I had things I wanted to add to the conversation (even better thoughts than were being expressed…at least I thought) , but I couldn’t push through the introversion to share them.
I can wish it weren’t true, but it is.
I missed the party, because I’m an Introvert.
Anyone else like me?