Card showed up on my radar today, because he talked about being an introvert. His column is a bit odd, as it bounces from movie reviews, to Card’s late-night channel surfing story about cheetahs, and finally to peoples’ misperceptions of introverts. When I saw the column’s running title, Uncle Orson Reviews Everything, I guess his unconnected topics made more sense.
Once you get through 2/3 of the column, Card opens up about how he and his wife have managed to understand and accommodate one another’s temperaments and turned them into complements.
Here’s a selected passage:
These value-laden words are usually nothing more than descriptions of extroverted personalities – people who, by their inborn nature, are drawn to constantly seek to make friendly contact with everyone. It energizes them to be in a crowd; they hardly feel alive when they’re alone.
The trouble is, an awful lot of us aren’t like that at all; even if we have learned to act outgoing and friendly, it exhausts us to be with any more than a couple of deeply trusted friends.
Introverts treasure their solitude, and shy introverts feel no need to extract friendliness from strangers, and so don’t show any.