What’s Inside An Introvert’s Head (6 Pics)
Full on, would prefer living on a deserted island, introvert. In fact, the island would be Crane Island in the San Juans.
There is more, including a story about a duck pond in a dorm room.
The surprise comes from the fact we have the essential skills to emulate the extrovert. Maddogsbrer1 is an EXTROVERT. We simply watched what he did, and learned to replicate it. We can do this parlor trick for a few hours, but it is exhausting. It is a good thing for introverts to be able to do, it eases relationships with extroverts. Then after a while, once the friendship is established (on the extrovert side this only take a short time, on the introvert side it can take years), the introvert can slowly shift into full time introvert mode.
The first panel and last panel are probable the most important for extroverts to understand. The introvert is always barraged with information. If the stimulus is low, there are an infinite number of things in memory to analyze, and reason out. Bored introverts can be something of a problem. We used to get bored then concoct elaborate practical jokes. The simple example is the "duck pond."
During college, we had a long weekend pending, and one friend was heading home. He left early Friday, and would not be back till Monday late. After he left, we built a duck pond in his room out of cinder block, viz-queen, and filled it with water. We procured a duck from the city center were a low bridge left the ducks swimming underneath vulnerable. All we got was one duck. We tossed the duck and a couple of ears of field corn into the pond, and shut up the room Saturday evening. He returned about 24 hours later . . .
. . . to a room completely coated in duck poo and feathers. That duck lost at least 20 lbs. of feathers, and 20 lbs. of poo, and everything was soaking wet. The pond was, however, dry! We do not know how the duck spent its time, but it was extraordinarily productive.
Our mistaken belief that he would return to a humorous, but benign duck frolicking about in a pond in his room, turned into a horror show. Yes, the poo was even thick on the ceiling. He slept in our room that night, while we spent most of the night cleaning up his room. We pitched the duck out the window, and it never even hit the ground. Last we saw it was heading back to the river we kidnapped it from.
We never made that mistake again, others, yes, but not that one!