So. Funny story. I’m an introvert. Some even consider me a spokesperson for introverts. I’m that introverted. What does this mean? The easiest answer is that being around people drains me of energy and that the time I spend by myself recharges me. A more detailed answer is that introverts need less stimulation, are exhausted by small talk, tend to think before they speak and are therefore considered good listeners, and guard their limited supply of social energy closely.

But society hasn’t been designed with introverts in mind. By some estimates, extroverts outnumber introverts 3 to 1. Teachers have docked my grades for not speaking enough in class. People have thought me weird for spending more time with pets than people at gatherings. I have been advised not to speak about my introverted tendencies in job interviews. Like it’s a weakness of my character.

My being an introvert was perhaps more obvious when I was younger. As I’ve gotten older I’ve learned how to “be on” or fake extroversion when I’m in crowds. My job puts me in front of large groups of people on a regular basis. Luckily I don’t often have to speak in front of those crowds. But I’m there and for the time I’m there I can bring the energy required. I can be so convincing in this that people are often surprised as they get to know me just how introverted I am. I am always quick to assure them that I am indeed exhausted, and I promptly excuse myself and go take a nap.