You know how they say that it’s harder to make friends as an adult? Well it’s much harder if you’re an adult introvert.
I like making friends. I like being able to connect with people from different walks of life. I like to know about their experiences, the roads they’ve taken that led them to the path that intersected with mine. I want to know about their opinions on things, whether it differs from mine, or if they match spot on.
But the thing is, I can’t do that in one sitting. I can’t be spontaneous. I have to meet them again and again before I start to become comfortable in their presence. I’m not good with oral words. I socialize better with the written word. It’s like having two individuals sharing a body.
I like to tell myself that it’s totally normal seeing I’m an INTJ, but the thing is, it doesn’t have to be. There’s no law telling me that I have to live by the exact definition of a personality trait that matches mine based on some questionnaire. But I can’t help it. I just can’t.
I envy people who can easily build rapport with others. The way they carry a conversation as if the person they’re speaking with is a friend they know from long ago. I just wish I can do that too. To break out of my shell and be comfortable in my own skin.
So if I ever start popping in your inbox, it’s my way of trying to be friends with you. It’s my way of extending my hand and telling you, “Hey, I like you. Can we be friends?”