On being an extrovert.

Over the past few years, I’ve seen countless of articles or sayings glorifying introverts. There is apparently something very mystifying about introversion that draws everyone towards the silence, the unspoken words, or so called, the deep thoughts. While I have no problems with introverts and introversion, I’m starting to find it deeply absurd that people seem to romanticise that trait and that trait only. It seems almost as if any social hindrances that someone might encounter could be greatly decorated into a very quirky and desirable feature to have.

What I hate even more is that extroverts are often looked down upon as “the bad guys”. People often view extroverts as less complex, and on numerous occasion, shallow or dumb. So we’re labelled as party animals who are restless, just because we thrive in the company of others. Since when has “outgoing” become the synonym for “shallow”?

But afterall my frustration can only reach a certain extent, as we’re human are much more complicated than just a label of extrovert or introvert. I believe most people are both. I’d like to consider myself as an extrovert by nature and an introvert by choice. Ultimately, who doesn’t need their alone time?