This was an interesting read. The first third of the book made me feel good. Finally, someone that understands!
There were anecdotes used to convey how introverts are different from extroverts. To relate the struggles of being one in a society that puts a high value on extroversion. It was all fine and pretty well-researched. A lot of times I found myself bobbing my head and completely relating to the text.
Studies have shown that, indeed, introverts are more likely than extroverts to express intimate facts about themselves online that their family and friends would be surprised to read, to say that they can express the ‘real me’ online, and to spend more time in certain kinds of online discussions.
I especially enjoyed the advice and tips on how to parent an introverted child. Very useful and insightful.
And then my feelings started to change. Apparently, if an introvert wants to succeed in this society, we have to create an “extroverted persona”. Do you know how awful that sounds? You want me to play a part, so that others will accept me? Rather than they accepting me as is? What kind of message is that?
To top it off, the author relates stories of introverts that have taken on that gregarious persona. Yes, they’ve been more successful but they’re miserable. As I expected. They talk about how rundown they feel, how depressed, how utterly drained by a farce they have to keep up for so long.
Some people act like extroverts, but the effort costs them in energy, authenticity, and even physical health.
Yet, the “extroverted persona” is still given as sound advice? WTF?!
Look, I’m already damaged enough. I can’t and won’t do something completely bonkers so others will like me. Why should I conform and make myself miserable in the process? You know what? I’m happy being myself, thanks. Damn society and its extroverted ideal.
2018 POPSUGAR Reading Challenge.
Challenge update: 41/50
Prompt: a book by an author with the same first or last name as you
[My mom named me Susan :)]
“Books hold the key to her career”
Bruh! For real?
First of all, where do they get this from? And second of all, does this mean I was destined to be a bookworm from birth??