Every week at church, we all wear handwritten name tags. But with a twist. I have no idea who started the madness, but there’s always some sort of special addition to our names.
Like our favorite fruit. Or the town of our birth. Or our favorite summertime drink. Or our mom’s first name.
Today we had to write whether we were an introvert or an extrovert.
I was a little torn.
Just like that ancient tale about all those blind dudes who each felt a different part of an elephant so they all had a way different description of the beast, I feel like if you polled 100 people who have had different kinds of interactions with me, you’d get 50 different responses.
Or two. Since there are only two choices.
So, which am I? What did I write on my name tag?
I don’t really even know what that means. Except that I think I’m an introvert in extrovert’s clothing a lot of the time. I feel like I should be a social butterfly, and I can play one really well, so I do. But, in reality, I’m way out of my comfort zone.
Our friend Tom helped make it a little easier to choose. “One way you can tell if you’re an introvert or an extrovert,” he said, “is by how you feel after you’ve been around people. If you gain energy by being with people, you’re more likely an extrovert. If you feel drained of energy, you’re probably more of an introvert.”
I definitely feel drained. Like I need to just come home, put on comfortable clothes, and curl up in my bed with a book.
On the other hand, I really do love people. And I do feel energized in many kinds of social situations.
I feel like my life is full of oxymorons. Am I the only one who finds this question agonizing?
Let’s take a poll:
1. Are you an introvert or an extrovert?
2. I’m gonna need to see some proof.