How Being Called an Introvert Made Me One

Why would someone, who used to love dancing so much, shy away from the same?

When I was seven, I was among the rowdier kids in my class. I remember hitting boys with my water bottle, countering the popular girls of my class, revolting against my girl gang and being thrown out of said gang for being a rebel. There was no regret. For me, my actions were justified.

We had just moved to a new city. A few weeks in, I was invited to a birthday party of a girl who was my age. I remember being very excited because I loved parties and meeting new people.

I got ready and went to the party. There was a DJ – at a seven-year old’s birthday party! I was shocked, but made the most out of it. I did not know a single person there, not even the birthday girl, but I went to the centre and started dancing. I danced as if there was no tomorrow. That’s how I made many new friends.

Three years later, we shifted back to the city where I was born – where most of my relatives lived. I was introduced to a lot of new faces. I think I was overwhelmed. I became unusually quiet. One reason was the language barrier. People around me did not know Hindi, and I knew Hindi better than my mother tongue, the local language of the city.

I made friends, but started to feel shy while talking to them – a new feeling for me. As the years went by, I became more and more reserved.

Throughout those years, my relatives and friends would repeatedly ask me questions like “why are you so shy?”, “why are you so quiet?”, “why don’t you talk openly?”

Over time, these questions grew into declarative statements like, “she is a quiet person”, “she is shy”, “she doesn’t prefer to speak much” and “she is very reserved”.

This was the point when I completely shut down. Unknowingly, I put myself in a box where I limited myself to behaving like the labels that people had assigned to me. Every trait or characteristic that people used to describe me fit into the category of being an “introvert”.


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So I decided, that was what would define me.

From then on, every time I was asked to describe myself, being an introvert was the first thing to come out of my mouth. I conditioned myself to become an introvert. Readings books extensively, staying indoors, talking less, being reserved, not going to parties, spending alone time – this was all that people saw me do and this was all that I restricted myself to be.

However, at that time, it did not seem like a restriction to me. In my mind, it was just who I was; who I was meant to be. I was okay with being an “introvert”.

I was 18 when I attended my first college fest. On the first day of the fest, there was a DJ and I could see my friends gesturing, indicating I should join them. Every bone in my body was trying its best to pull me to the dance floor. However, the shyness in me took over. It denied my body, which was so eager to join my friends, from dancing.

Later, that night, I introspected that moment. Why would someone, who used to love dancing so much, shy away from the same? How did someone who used to be so rowdy, now be so afraid to voice her thoughts?

Understanding how drastically I has allowed myself to be conditioned by how others viewed me, I realised how much I had been missing out on.

That very night, I decided that I did not want to live in the same old box. In fact, I did not want to restrict myself in any box or label. I was determined to explore my true self.

There was a DJ night on the third day of the fest. This time, I went to the dance floor and let loose. My friends were shocked to see me dance so freely and wildly.

It came as a surprise to me as well. I did not know I had a wild being inside of me, waiting to be unleashed.

Santhoshi Bhadri is a second year psychology student at Amity University, Mumbai.

How Much Longer?

At the start of lockdown, the introvert in me thought a few days off would do me good.

The lockdown didn’t turn out to be the way I thought. It came about at a time when I really needed a break from everything – college, assignments and people. A few days off would just do me good, the introvert in me thought.

The first few days were bliss. The days just went by and then it dawned on me – how long am I going to be stuck at home? I don’t seem to be enjoying this as much as before. Time is what I have on my hands, but I feel so unmotivated and I just can’t seem to do anything.

I read Instagram posts which say that this lockdown is not a productivity contest and it’s okay if you can’t do anything. You don’t have to prove anything to anyone. Reading such posts made me feel a little better about my current situation.

But how long will I just remain idle?

I want to do something, I really do. Maybe take an online course, write something on my blog or just draw. I wake up in the morning and decide to actually do something, but end up not doing it. This bothers me so much, especially when I sit alone at night.


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My day gets over fast because I sleep through most of it and I have a nice family that makes for good company. At night, I feel so lonely and I start overthinking. I think so much that I get a headache and find it difficult to sleep. I start questioning my self-worth, whether I will be able to achieve anything in life or do well. It just builds on from this point and I feel helpless. I’ve always wished if I could vent by crying, but I can’t.

For how long will I have to go through this?

“This too shall pass.”

“Go with the flow.”

I would like to add that I do find happiness in little things. The place where I live is already very isolated and my only neighbours never leave their house. So, I enjoy walking outside my house, looking at the sky, birds and trees. In their company, I’m genuinely happy.

If not anything, YouTube videos cheer me up. I tried a few new recipes and plated it just like the chef did. Some were successful, some were not, but this lessened my sadness a bit. I keep in touch with friends, video call them, crack lame jokes and I’m happy at that time.

I’ve come to realise that even for an introvert, it’s important to go out. Though I do treasure my time alone, yet I still liked just being out there, visible or invisible. I now value the time I’ve spent with others. Their company kept me sane and going.

I often think of many things that bother me nowadays. Will I get to meet my friends soon? Will I be able to complete my college degree? Will I lead a normal life again? I really don’t know.

And for how much longer?

I guess no one has an answer.

Sanjana Thomas is a thoughtful and sensitive 20-year-old Bangalorean with a love for cinema.

Featured image credit: Sasha Freemind/Unsplash

How Theatre Taught an Introvert to Grin and Bare It

I used to be very conscious of my crooked teeth in school but my college’s dramatics society helped me reinvent myself.

I used to be an introvert from childhood to my early adult years – to the extent that many people interpreted it as arrogance.

Yet someone who hasn’t known me in my early years would never believe that about me. My friends joke that I’m a “social butterfly”; they find it hard to believe that I could ever have been inhibited or hesitant about anything.

There is nothing wrong with being an introvert. I completely back Susan Cain in saying, “Solitude matters, and for some people, it’s the air they breathe.” Yet at a certain stage of my life, it became a practical difficulty and I knew that if I had to get what I wanted, I will have to work upon that aspect of my personality.

This happened when I got to college.

In school, extra-curricular activities were limited to debates or quizzes. Since we had an enthusiastic English teacher, she encouraged us to enact some of the plays from our textbook. When I got into directing and acting, I realised how much I enjoyed it. But because there were no inter-school drama competitions, this activity was limited to my school and, that too, once in a blue moon.

Upon entering college, I was overjoyed to find that they had an entire society devoted to dramatics. I resolved to join it.


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I saw a call for audition on the notice board. This wasn’t school where the teachers already knew and appreciated my theatrical skills. To enter the dramatic society, I had to prove myself anew. I was nervous because I had never gone for an audition. Yet I pulled up my socks and registered. When my turn came, my senior asked me to laugh as hard as I could.

Delivering a dialogue would have been easier; even crying would have been simpler. But this was something I did not do properly even in real life. I used to be very conscious of my crooked teeth in school. In photographs I could hardly be caught smiling, let alone laughing. And here I was being asked to laugh out loud on stage.

Recently, I was at an event where a counsellor revealed that kids – as young as ten – ask how they can lose weight and share their sadness because they do not feel pretty.

I was disturbed to hear it, but looking back I can now see that beauty standards for children have always existed, right from the time they are born.

In fact, from pregnancy itself, mothers in India are advised about what to eat so they have a fair-complexioned child. It is only that things get amplified in the age of social media and now we are having more conversations about problems with sexualising children’s bodies or subjecting them to the beauty industry’s arbitrary definitions.

So on that day of auditions, even though the auditorium with a capacity of 550 was mostly empty – save a few of my seniors, the prospect of laughing unabashedly in public seemed grim to me.


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But it was also a moment when my desire to be selected became greater than my self-consciousness. If I missed this opportunity, getting into other clubs seemed even tougher, because I neither had a sports record to join the basketball team nor could I do handstands for the dance society’s audition.

So I finally braced myself, got up there and laughed as hard as I could, harder and longer than I had ever laughed, till my seniors said I could come down.

In that moment it felt like I had crossed a bridge that I had always been viewing from a distance. Something had changed in me, for the better. But I couldn’t allow myself to become happy yet. The audition results would take some more time.

The day the audition results were to be out, I rushed to see the notice board. My name was there but under “backstage”. I was crestfallen. I thought maybe this really wasn’t my forte.

But I had the desire to learn and better myself so I still went for the orientation meeting.

There I was surprised to know that our seniors had come up with the onstage-backstage distinction to see if the “backstage” people would turn up, to confirm if they were interested in sharing all the responsibilities of the dramatics society or only in the glamour of acting.

That day onwards it was a fun-filled ride with my fellow theatre aficionados. I got to reinvent myself and, most importantly, developed the confidence to accept my physical self the way I am.

If I ever forgot, my senior would remind me by saying, “Why so serious when you have such a beautiful smile?”

And my face would break out in a toothy grin.

Ankita Anand is an independent journalist-writer-poet. Her primary interest areas are social justice and culture.

Featured image credit: Pariplab Chakraborty

From Introvert to Socially Anxious

I was an introvert stuck amidst people who tried to bring me down.

I am an introvert, always have been. I cannot bring up topics easily to communicate with people. However, if given a topic, I can speak very well. But long conversations always ultimately turn awkward for me.

I completed my masters and came to a new city to make my career and most importantly, pursue my dreams. I have changed three jobs so far. However, in every organisation I have worked, people have asked me continuously, “Why don’t you talk much?”, “How will you complete your work if you don’t communicate?”

These questions demotivated me. I’d try to turn a deaf ear to them and focus on my work. I believed in my capabilities. My clients never complained about my introversion.

The year 2019, has been tough so far. I have seen my introversion turn into social anxiety. I was given less importance due to my introversion, or rather, was ‘thought of’ as incapable. After working in the same organisation for the 3 years, them suddenly considering me incapable was something I did not agree with.


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The office politics only got worse when my introversion was used as a feedback tool against my performance. I tried to ignore things since it affected my mental health. I will not go into the details of the politics. But I was mentally tired of the issues and of being portrayed negatively. I tried to fight for myself but in vain.

I was an introvert stuck amidst people who tried to bring me down.

All these circumstances have made me a socially anxious person. I have become cynical – thinking every person has a selfish motive and will do anything to fulfil it. I fear to leave home and meet people or they might point out, yet again, “Hey! You don’t talk much.”

I do realise I should ignore these people but many don’t recognise that being an introvert is a personality, same as extroverts and ambiverts. We love our solitude. And sometimes we really don’t want to talk.

I hope I will be able to meet new people confidently. Maybe not have long conversations, but good conversations would be wonderful.

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One Is the Loneliest Number: The History of a Western Problem

Loneliness is not a universal condition, nor is it a purely visceral, internal experience. It is a cluster of multiple emotions that play out together.

“God, but life is loneliness,” declared the writer Sylvia Plath in her private journals. Despite all the grins and smiles we exchange, she says, despite all the opiates we take:

when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter – they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.

By the 21st century, loneliness has become ubiquitous. Commentators call it ‘an epidemic’, a condition akin to ‘leprosy’, and a ‘silent plague’ of civilisation. In 2018, the United Kingdom went so far as to appoint a minister for loneliness. Yet loneliness is not a universal condition; nor is it a purely visceral, internal experience. It is less a single emotion and more a complex cluster of feelings, composed of anger, grief, fear, anxiety, sadness and shame. It also has social and political dimensions, shifting through time according ideas about the self, God and the natural world. Loneliness, in other words, has a history.

The term ‘loneliness’ first crops up in English around 1800. Before then, the closest word was ‘oneliness’, simply the state of being alone. As with solitude – from the Latin ‘solus’ which meant ‘alone’ – ‘oneliness’ was not coloured by any suggestion of emotional lack. Solitude or oneliness was not unhealthy or undesirable, but rather a necessary space for reflection with God, or with one’s deepest thoughts. Since God was always nearby, a person was never truly alone. Skip forward a century or two, however, and the use of ‘loneliness’ – burdened with associations of emptiness and the absence of social connection – has well and truly surpassed oneliness. What happened?

The contemporary notion of loneliness stems from cultural and economic transformations that have taken place in the modern West. Industrialisation, the growth of the consumer economy, the declining influence of religion and the popularity of evolutionary biology all served to emphasise that the individual was what mattered – not traditional, paternalistic visions of a society in which everyone had a place.

In the 19th century, political philosophers used Charles Darwin’s theories about the ‘survival of the fittest’ to justify the pursuit of individual wealth to Victorians. Scientific medicine, with its emphasis on brain-centred emotions and experiences, and the classification of the body into ‘normal’ and abnormal states, underlined this shift. The four humours (phlegmatic, sanguine, choleric, melancholic) that had dominated Western medicine for 2,000 years and made people into ‘types’, fell away in favour of a new model of health dependent on the physical, individual body.

In the 20th century, the new sciences of the mind – especially psychiatry and psychology – took centre-stage in defining the healthy and unhealthy emotions an individual should experience. Carl Jung was the first to identify ‘introvert’ and ‘extravert’ personalities (to use the original spelling) in his Psychological Types (1921). Introversion became associated with neuroticism and loneliness, while extroversion was linked to sociability, gregariousness and self-reliance. In the US, these ideas took on special significance as they were linked to individual qualities associated with self-improvement, independence and the go-getting American dream.

The negative associations of introversion help to explain why loneliness now carries such social stigma. Lonely people seldom want to admit they are lonely. While loneliness can create empathy, lonely people have also been subjects of contempt; those with strong social networks often avoid the lonely. It is almost as though loneliness were contagious, like the diseases with which it is now compared. When we use the language of a modern epidemic, we contribute to a moral panic about loneliness that can aggravate the underlying problem. Presuming that loneliness is a widespread but fundamentally individual affliction will make it nearly impossible to address.

For centuries, writers have recognised the relationship between mental health and belonging to a community. Serving society was another way to serve the individual – because, as the poet Alexander Pope put it in his poem An Essay on Man (1734): ‘True self-love and social are the same’. It’s not surprising, then, to find that loneliness serves a physiological and social function, as the late neuroscientist John Cacioppo argued: like hunger, it signals a threat to our wellbeing, born of exclusion from our group or tribe.

“No man is an island,” wrote the poet John Donne in a similar spirit, in Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions (1624) – nor woman either, for each one formed “a piece of the continent, a part of the main.” If a “clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less … any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind.” For some of us, Donne’s remarks take on special poignancy in light of the UK’s departure from Europe, or the narcissism of Donald Trump’s US presidency. They also return us to medical metaphors: Donne’s references to the body politic being destroyed is reminiscent of modern loneliness as a physical affliction, a plague of modernity.

We urgently need a more nuanced appraisal of who is lonely, when and why. Loneliness is lamented by politicians because it is expensive, especially for an ageing population. People who are lonely are more likely to develop illnesses such as cancer, heart disease and depression, and 50 per cent more likely to die prematurely than non-lonely counterparts. But there is nothing inevitable about being old and alone – even in the UK and the US where, unlike much of Europe, there isn’t a history of inter-familial care of the aged. Loneliness and economic individualism are connected.

Until the 1830s in the UK, elderly people were cared for by neighbours, friends and family, as well as by the parish. But then the parliament passed the New Poor Law, a reform that abolished financial aid for people except the aged and infirm, restricting that help to those in workhouses, and considered poverty relief to be loans that were administered via a bureaucratic, impersonal process. The rise of city living and the breakdown of local communities, as well as the grouping of the needy together in purpose-built buildings, produced more isolated, elderly people. It is likely, given their histories, that individualistic countries (including the UK, South Africa, the US, Germany and Australia) might experience loneliness differently to collectivist countries (such as Japan, China, Korea, Guatemala, Argentina and Brazil). Loneliness, then, is experienced differently across place as well as time.

None of this is meant to sentimentalise communal living or suggest that there was no social isolation prior to the Victorian period. Rather, my claim is that human emotions are inseparable from their social, economic and ideological contexts. The righteous anger of the morally affronted, for instance, would be impossible without a belief in right and wrong, and personal accountability. Likewise, loneliness can exist only in a world where the individual is conceived as separate from, rather than part of, the social fabric. It’s clear that the rise of individualism corroded social and communal ties, and led to a language of loneliness that didn’t exist prior to around 1800.

Where once philosophers asked what it took to live a meaningful life, the cultural focus has shifted to questions about individual choice, desire and accomplishment. It is no coincidence that the term ‘individualism’ was first used (and was a pejorative term) in the 1830s, at the same time that loneliness was in the ascendant. If loneliness is a modern epidemic, then its causes are also modern – and an awareness of its history just might be what saves us.

Fay Bound Alberti is a writer, historian and consultant. She co-founded the Centre for the History of Emotions at Queen Mary University of London, where she remains an honorary senior research fellow in history. Her books include This Mortal Coil (2016) and A Biography of Loneliness (forthcoming, 2019). She lives in London.

This article was originally published on aeon. Read the original article here.