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I should make myself an Instagram account. The extrovert in me often experiences a desire to share all kinds of little useless things. Such as photos of my new coat, the presents I’ve got, how pretty the seaside is, how I found a potential murder weapon in the forest, and what my wallpaper is going to look like.

I don’t really know where this desire to share good/fun things comes from, but whenever I’m very happy or pleased with something or captivated by something, I just can’t help sharing it with everyone who happens along.

And I think it is annoying. Because I can’t imagine who cares about my doors or the extremely awesome card my friend just got my cat (sic!). Posting these things on the blog seems a bit of a waste as well. It would lead to posting more frequently and cluttering up the space. It doesn’t seem like the right medium.

Conclusion is that I probably should make an Instagram account, so that I’d have an outlet for posting all the things I want to share. Right now, I annoy people individually with it and send them pictures or show them in person or make video calls. I love making video calls to show my stuff…

While writing this post, I’m waiting for a large file to download, after which I’m going to make my friend a video call to show him the extremely great leather-bound notebook I got….

I wish this was artistic exaggeration to get a better text, but it’s the plain truth.

With behavioural problems like these, Instagram seems the only solution. Except I’m not a typical Instagram person in other ways and I would actually prefer it to be less public. Which is why I’ve preferred individual sharing. Maybe I’ll figure something else out.

But this has lead me to see the benefit of Instagram. It gives people a choice whether to look at your outfit, food and holiday snaps or not. One can always just not look. Sadly, I haven’t given my friends the choice.

Being an introverted extrovert

Every personality test I’ve ever taken – and I’ve taken my fair share because I like that sort of thing – has placed me firmly in the introvert camp. Reading the descriptions of introverts and extroverts has never made me doubt I was distinctly introverted.


This spring I came upon something that turned my understanding upside down. Apparently, introverts are more prone to experiencing negative emotions, particularly neurotic introverts. Extroverted neurotics, on the other hand, experience strong ups and downs and life is more like a roller-coaster to them.

This confused the hell out of me because I could relate much more to the latter. I can be ridiculously happy about small things (and big things). None of my introverted friends seem to have that propensity to jump around because of feeling too excited and happy to sit still. They are a lot more subdued, although not necessarily less neurotic.

I began exploring. I talked it through with my introverted friends, I did a lot of comparing, kept my eyes open to the distinctions between extroverts and introverts. Eventually, I had to conclude that at the very least, I was an atypical introvert.

I live an introvert’s life and can’t imagine myself ever starting to value small talk or superficial interactions. I get bored with such talk fast and want to escape. I like to be alone much more than most people. But, unlike other introverts, I sometimes feel the urge to talk to strangers in public places (I’m too shy and polite to do it, but I want to) if their conversation and personalities appeal to me. I love people staying over. I love hosting guests. I look forward to getting my flat in decent condition so I can invite everyone I like there. What sort of typical introvert likes having a house full of guests? But I love it. I don’t, however, like being a guest at other people’s place when there are lots of people who are strangers to me. My shyness makes me uncomfortable and I generally like to get to know people individually and privately rather than talk over the room.

I don’t mind party games, provided they are not embarrassing nor force me to be the centre of attention. I don’t mind strangers coming to talk to me in public places. Usually, such encounters are at least memorable and make for good stories later. Proper introverts are likely to hate all these things.

I can also talk excessively when I’m in the mood. I’m not always in the mood, but when I am, I can be a chatterbox. I have a greater need to share than most introverts, and I can get restless and edgy when there isn’t anyone to talk to (provided I’m in a sociable mood). Talking to likeable people can energize me and make me happy, but small talk does tire and bore me. More bore than tire perhaps.

So I think I’m more shy and sensitive than introverted. I have some distinctly introverted traits, but I’m by no means 85-90% introvert like all the tests I’ve ever taken tell me. Somewhere around 60-70% seems truer. I think the reason I score so high is that although it is generally accepted that shyness and introversion are not the same thing, the tests can’t well distinguish between shyness induced behaviour and introversion induced behaviour. And if I ever get as far as writing a paper in psychology, I’d like to try creating a test that can do it. But I’m sceptical about it happening, so if any psychology researcher reads it and wants to steal my idea, feel free to do so.