I, like most introverts, love to write. Give me any subject and I`ll research it and write about it. Easy peasy. When I was in school, I used to love english composition class because on Fridays the teacher would give everyone a different title and ask that we build a composition around it. I thrived on these assignments and always looked forward to them. Not so for the rest of the class. It seemed everyone but me despised those writing assignments. Although I enjoy writing about many things, I am especially compelled to, and find deep fulfillment in, simply expressing my thoughts.
When I was a highly sensitive, introverted and shy seven-year old, my french-speaking family moved to Monterey California where I was put into english school in the middle of the school year. I may as well have been shipped to another planet in another galaxy, such was the vastness of my alienation. My outer landscape was suddenly so incredibly foreign to me that I simply withdrew from it entirely. Into my head I went. It was simply easier and less frightening than trying to scale the language barrier, aka, “the wall”, that was preventing me from connecting with my environment.
Then came a moment in time that I believe to this day drastically changed the course of my life. One day when I struggled to understand what my teacher was saying to me from beyond “the wall”, she angrily jabbed at my head with her long yellow nails, repeating ever more loudly whatever it was she was trying to say. My highly sensitive self burned with indignation and humiliation that day and I was forever robbed of any confidence to speak publicly without fear of rejection. That incident marked the beginning of a life-long mute period, and an evermore deepening of my introversion.
Our introverted personalities are designed to some extent for us by genetics but I believe where we fall on the introversion/extraversion continuum is determined by environmental factors. I was already an introvert, but that nasty experience ensured that I would occupy a spot at the more extreme end of Jung`s scale.
Many introverts experience mute moments or periods in their lives – sometimes by choice, sometimes not. Verbal self-expression doesn’t always come easy for some of us. In certain circumstances, it takes monumental effort. I suspect this is the reason why most introverts love to write. If we can’t speak our minds, then at least we can have you read our minds.
The bottom line is we all have something to say and we all have a need and a right to express it. Writing is the perfect vehicle for the introvert to be heard.
- How I Manage My Introversion (brandimpact.wordpress.com)
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- Leave These Kids Alone (archanaraodcruz.wordpress.com)