The One Time I’m an Extrovert

I always cringe a little when someone says, “Sometimes I’m an extrovert, but other times I’m an introvert.”

Introversion and extroversion are personality characteristics that are constant–they don’t change based on the situation. That’s like saying that sometimes you’re a man and sometimes you’re a woman. Just because you might act like a woman (or man) sometimes doesn’t not mean that you are that gender.

The same goes for introversion and extroversion. Introverts are energized by being by themselves. They can enjoy being around people, but that’s not what energizes them. The converse is true for extroverts.

Despite the fact that I cringe at the misuse of those terms, I’m going to say essentially the same thing: For one week every two years, I’m an extrovert during my family reunion.

It’s as if some internal switch flips and I truly want to be around people all the time during these family reunions. I know that they only happen once every 104 weeks, and so I want to soak in every moment with these people I love. I find myself wandering almost instinctively to spaces with no people or few people to find larger groups of people (we’re spread out over 4 units within the same building).

If you’re an introvert, are there any times that you’re truly an extrovert? Again, keep in mind that this is different than simply enjoying the presence of other people. Let me ask it this way: Are there certain social activities that you would rather do than spend that week alone? And for extroverts: Are there any alone-time activities that you would rather do for a week than spend that time with other people?