I was chatting with an old friend the other day and we got to talking about how people mature and get a different perspective on life as they age. Now, we weren’t specifically on this subject matter, but it really got me thinking about how I’ve changed and developed as a person over the last few years.
Not so much the fact that my metabolic rate has dropped like crazy (seriously, I used to eat like 4 pizzas a day, wtf body), or the fact I’ve actually found a grey hair or two in my head, or the fact that I think anyone under the age of 21 is literally a damn child… but instead, the fact that as I get older and as I age, I’m becoming more and more of an introvert.
Now, if you’ve ever met me in person, you’ve probably raised an eyebrow at the last sentence, because ‘pshht wtf Rach, you are anything but an introvert’.
If you haven’t then let me just explain to you, that most people who meet me would describe me as; confident, loud, blunt, in your face, chatty.
I am by nature a people person.
I work in a job that requires me to chat almost constantly to people I’ve never met.
If you left me at a party, I would probably wander off and make some new pals and you wouldn’t see me for the rest of the evening.
I’m loud, competitive and (sometimes a little too) noisy.
Those are literally defining characteristics of my personality and have been pretty much my entire life.
They also aren’t the defining qualities of your classic definition of an introvert. But let’s clear one thing up, introversion and shyness are not the same thing.
I haven’t significantly changed my personality as I’ve aged. I am not (unfortunately for anyone who knows me), any quieter or more chilled out than I used to be… I just seem to need time to myself to recharge and refuel my energy these days.
I’m no longer able to thrive on social activity. Instead, I thrive on it and then need time to myself away from everyone else to debrief and just hang with me, myself and I.
By nature, these days I’m much more likely to accept a social invitation if I really want to go. I no longer force myself out of the house, or into groups of people if I know that I probably won’t have a good time. All of the invitations I accept are ones I know I will be 100% into and never out of obligation.
The thing is, I don’t think I’ve really changed that much as a person. I’m still loud, confident and goofy, but I’m more comfortable than ever being exactly me. I’m happy to do and go and be the person that I really want to be, without making compromises for other people and hey, if that means that I get called a little quieter or start to label myself more as an introvert, then that’s just dandy with me.