There are a couple of characteristics I have fought against because its not actually who I am. “Introvert, shy, not a people person, keeps to herself,” have been a constant phrases used to describe the one in the corner with the curly hair, but if the small talkers of the world could take time to listen rather than bitch about the weather, or ask what I do, or where I live maybe they would learn I am truly and genuine person. I don’t do ‘small talk’ or smirks unless I’m getting paid for it aka working in a customer service industry. Which defines my life right now. Rich golf club members walk by and I have to be this perky peppy white cheerleader every member who was born in the late 1930’s is expecting. As if I am throwing down red carpet while giving them my coat and shoes.
News outlets are constant about how no one talks to strangers anymore, which is completely untrue they need to change their wording. No one talks with substance with strangers, neighbors, cashiers, or anyone you see on a daily basis.
What is my solution for my extrovert personality clawing inside the introvert, the truth, nothing because the ones close know I’m the most outgoing loud mouth there is. If the smirkers, small talkers, and business casual walkers decide they want to talk about something other than how bad trump is I am happy to be the person you get to know which is an endangered genuine human being.