An Introvert, Musing
Gah! Talking, meeting, schmoozing, networking. These kinds of things leave me drained. I’m no good at small talk–it sounds all right in my head, but once it gets to my mouth, it’s all downhill. That’s why when I have any doubt at all, I keep my mouth shut to avoid looking like a fool. (Except in the cases where a situation or remark begs to be answered with something pithy and sardonic.) In an extrovert’s world, this is of course my fault. Remedy: I need to gab more. But there are seriously some moments when I wish I was climbing Mount Everest instead.