There are more of us than you think


Over the holidays, I learned about Susan Cain’s book Quiet: The power of introverts in a world that can’t stop talking .

Being exceptionally introverted and a tightwad to boot, I decided to borrow it from the Vancouver Public Library. The VPL’s web site informed me that it had over twenty copies of the book and more were on order. When I placed a hold on the next available copy, I found myself in queue position 256. It’s comforting to know that I have company in this noisy friendly city.

We introverts get lost in the noise issuing from the activities of our extroverted neighbours. But we are there in the quiet places. Like libraries.

Advertisements

About aharmlessdrudge

Way back during the late Bronze age -- actually it was the 1950s -- all of us in high school had to take a vocational test to determine our interests and, supposedly, our future careers. I cannot remember the outcome, but I do recall one question that gave me pause. "If you were to win a Nobel prize, would it be in literature or in physics?" I hesitated over the question: although I enjoyed mathematics and science more than English class, I did have a couple of unfinished (and very bad) novels hidden away at home. I cannot remember what I chose back then, but the dilemma followed me to university, where I switched from mathematics to English and -- after a five-year stint in journalism -- back to mathematics. I recently retired as a professor of statistics. Retirement. What a good chance to revive my literary ambitions. I have finished a novel -- more about that in good time -- and a rubble of drafts of articles about mathematics and statistics is taking up space on my hard disk.
This entry was posted in introversion and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s