The “introvert” has joined the paper book, the vinyl record, the face-to-face conversation, and the wilderness vacation as a fetish object imbued with the mythic power of Authentic Life
As an extrovert, this whole “oh I’m such an introvert I never go outside parties aren’t my thing!” thing pisses me right off.
How do you think this affects real introverts then? Those of us who were called names and were wall flowers during teenage years and now have to be adults and fight our instincts when dealing with bosses or clients?
It’s just dandy when now people think “oh yeah right, you’re an ‘introvert’, hipster.”