What was the best time of your life – high school, college, your 20s, 30s or 40s?
Many introverts would go back to a womb of one’s own.
- It’s the only time you could relax without bracing for human interaction – unless you were a twin or part of the Octomom’s brood.
- Being alone was as normal as avoiding eye contact with everybody and everything, mainly because there wasn’t anybody or anything.
- Life in the womb was the first and last time you were part of the “in” crowd, albeit a very small crowd.
- You could be unapproachable to your heart’s content because no one approached you.
- There was no agonizing small talk. Not once did anyone ask, “Nice womb, who’s your decorator?”
- There were no self-doubts because there wasn’t a family therapist telling your parents, “There’s something wrong with that kid.”
- No one asked, “Why are you so quiet?” Just as well since you didn’t know how to speak.
In short, it was the most normal you will ever feel – until a doctor slapped you while attempting to make small talk.
Patty: We met at a high school dance. Everyone ignored me. I felt lonely and depressed until I heard myself say, “Patty, the heck with them, let’s go home and read Anne of Green Gables. We’ve been inseparable ever since.
Leo: I was lying in a large maternity ward wondering why I felt alone in the crowd. Out of nowhere a voice in my head began to speak: “Stop crying you babies, I’m trying to sleep; this kid next to me looks like he’s going to have a weight problem; where are my parents?”
Bob: In kindergarten, Donna Wheelwright told everyone I wet my blanket during nap time. I screamed to myself, “That’s not true, you made that up” continually for the next 22 years. It’s nice to know I can talk to me about anything.
Jesus Christ: I was going through some tough times and asked myself, “What would Jesus do?” The rest, as they say, is history.
Neil: Another voice in my head fixed us up. At first I thought I was full of myself and vain. Now I see it was my way of hiding my insecurities. I’ve really grown to love me.
Hillary: I was staring out the window during a Philosophy class at Wellesley College. The wind blew a wave of leaves across the Quad and I said to myself: “Marry a scoundrel and then eventually run for president.”
Candace: After grad school, I drove non-stop across the county in my old beat-up car to begin a job in San Diego. My new company refused to pay my moving expenses and I spent the entire trip cursing the head of H.R. This angry voice has become my closest friend in the business world.