It’s a comfortable 68ºF this fine Saint Paul morning on my back porch as I am enjoying my mug of organically & shade-grown, fair-trade, French-Roast coffee (as is necessary to get my brain firing on all remaining synapses)!
Yes—you read the title correctly—I am an introvert. At times, painfully so. This is probably why I never went into direct sales as a career. Maybe “introvert” is too strong a word—“shy” is a softer version of introvert.
Meeting people for the first time has always been stressful for me, but for the most part, I was able to overcome my natural shyness when it was necessary. Since my (mild) stroke of a couple of years ago—leaving me with difficulty speaking the words my brain commands—meeting people is even more difficult. My ability to speak is inversely proportional to the level of stress I’m experiencing (in other word, meeting people leaves me speechless!).
Blogging allows me to meet & get to know people without losing my ability to speak—cool. So I will continue to hide behind my keyboard and meet new friends.
BTW: thanks to all who visited “Our Saint Paul” on Monday, and especially to those who went a little further into cyber-space and visited (Medford) Ambrose’s new “Fisher’s The ramblings of a predigital curmudgeon”! Another shot of Self-Promotion!
Jay
Sure, you're an introvert.
When you meet new people and you're nervous aren't you suppose to imagine they're in their underwear or something?