Exercises for the Introvert
So, I am having some debate about my being a classic introvert since the art fair last weekend. Here are some random things I’ve been tossing around in my head since Saturday:
I am terrible at small talk. Terrible.
I often find it amazing that people remember my name or recognize me.
It disturbs me when I hear words like ‘pretentious’ and ‘stuck-up’ to define me. Yes, I have heard those words used several times throughout my life. I actually find it funny (not funny ha-ha, but funny interesting/strange) that there are those who believe that I think I’m too good for them when in reality, they just intimidate the hell out of me.
Craig found this article yesterday over at the Huffington Post. The title: 23 Signs You’re Secretly an Introvert. Click here to read it.
If I didn’t need to associate with other people it wouldn’t be so much of an issue. I could just sit in my studio and paint and venture out when I feel the desire to socialize. I realize that there’s nothing ‘wrong’ with who I am, but since I am trying to succeed at a business that requires me to talk to people I don’t know, it is important that I challenge myself on a regular basis so that when the time comes I don’t have those feelings of sheer dread consuming me. If I am to make a living as a successful fine artist then I must be able to make small talk with strangers which is one of my major weaknesses. More art fairs are definitely in my future so it’s time to set priorities, not only for my professional life, but for my personal life as well.
Peeling this flower from the wall is something else I must work on, which is why I practiced a very small but effective exercise today while running errands: putting on bright red lipstick – and I do mean ‘is that a firetruck approaching me or is that your mouth?!’ kind of lipstick. Then I posted it to Instagram so I wouldn’t chicken out (always thinking one step ahead…):
Next up will be meeting with a fellow artist (jeweler) I met from the fair which will be happening next week. Potential friendships/relationships also begin with small-talk, after all.
I’ll never change who I am, nor would I want to. I will likely always dread talking on the phone, worry about an upcoming party for weeks beforehand, and convince myself that I can shrink down to the size of a peanut at will. I just want to experience the emotions those things evoke a bit less, that’s all.
Finally for today, you’ve probably noticed (at least I hope you have!) that I’m trying out another theme to my blog. I’ll likely slip in and out of several others before I find one that fits, so bear with me. The really exciting thing I think, is that I’ve decided what to do with my blog name. I will keep Fat Girl Wearing Thin, but I’ve added a tag line underneath that will hopefully describe to potentially new readers what they might expect from this newly evolving blog. As you can see from above, it reads: Life Beyond the Loss. That really does pretty much sum it up.
So, do you consider yourself an introvert as the article describes? What issues do you struggle with? Oh, and for you extroverts out there: can you describe how being in a crowd actually increases your energy level? I find that so fascinating – and so completely foreign! After an event I normally have to go somewhere quiet for the remainder of the day just to recharge!