houseofwong: Am I An Introvert Or Just An A-hole?!

Wow, I need to get better at this blogging shit, it's been almost a month since my last one! I don't know what my deal is, honestly. I won't try to explain it because I really just...don't know. We'll leave it at that.

Yesterday someone asked me if I am an introvert and immediately I became defensive. The answer that came out of my mouth was, "Yes I think so, a little bit. The older I get the crankier I am getting and want to be left alone". I flashed a quick but mocking smile and went back about my business. Now it's a day later and I'm still salty about that question.

I even went as far as to Google that shit just to find out what the fuck I am. Here's the first thing that I came up with:

It's true, I do hate people. Not all people, just the really super obnoxious and annoying ones. I really hate the ones that bug the shit out of me, non-stop all day long while I'm trying to get shit done. I really hate the ones that can see that I'm clearly reading a book but still want to interrupt me a bajillion times. And I REALLY hate the ones who don't understand the concept of being aware of your surroundings, meaning being respectful of the space you are in and the people in it. And if you need me to explain that any further, I'm going to crotch-kick you.

But then I found this:

I love to go out! And I also LOVE to stay in! In fact, it used to drive The Boyfriend bonkers when we would go to the bar together because I was constantly running over here and over there, talking to this person an that person and he was like, "Can't you just sit still?" And I was like, "No dude, I can't just sit in the corner and drink beer, I need to talk to all the people and meet NEW people!!" My favorite thing to do at the bar is to meet new friends, I absolutely love it. When I'm sober I'm extremely quiet (most of the time) but get a few drinks in me and I don't shut the fuck up and I can't help but run around the bar (sometimes literally, I'll be running laps around the outside of the bar). But there are also those nights when a noisy stupid bar is the last place I want to be and I can't wait to just go home and take my bra off and eat pizza in bed and catch up on the DVR. I love both, I really do.

And then there's this:

This makes me think that introverts are just soulless assholes and extroverts are over-dramatic ticking time-bombs of emotion. I can go from one side of this scale to the other, sometimes in a matter of minutes. Yes, it depends on what day of the month it is like most women...but not always. Make sense?!

How about this?