I am in the middle of Susan Cain’s book, Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking. Perhaps you can tell from that title that the bias is strongly in favor of introverts. Since I happen to clearly be one of the introvert persuasion, that is quite okay by me.
I like my quiet time and Mike absolutely has to have his quiet time and would prefer for it to be about twenty-three and a half hours out of his day. He loves to talk (quietly) but to one or two people at a time. I can tolerate about ten minutes of social chit chat and then I want to get down to business. I do not mind public speaking although that did come with thirty plus years of teaching experience desensitizing me to it.
So when there was an all New Englanders’ dinner last Saturday night, I surprised Mike by saying I wanted to go and he surprised me by saying he would go as well. There was a lot of food—clam chowder, NE boiled dinner, Boston Crème Pie, apple pie with VT cheddar—way more food than was actually needed. There was a lot of noise—people talking and singing along to the music, laughter, and dishes clanging. There was dancing, but Mike sat firmly in his chair. I danced anyway. We were home by 8:30. We sat and had a quiet glass of wine together and then went to bed worn out from all that raucous socializing.