Raw, adjective: 10. not diluted, as alcoholic spirits: raw whiskey
This morning I'm working on a freelance piece about the lost art of silence, drawing together some threads from sociology and gender theory, Buddhism and Transcendentalism, and yes, even a little Marlene Dietrich and Diane Keaton. Whew. It's fun and I'm really digging it. Deadline is this weekend so I need to get chugging on it.
Point is, in the process I've been revisiting a classic little piece by Jonathan Rauch that appeared in The Atlantic Online a few years ago, to widespread acclaim. "Caring For Your Introvert" is at once tongue-in-cheek hilarious and straight-up spot-on in terms of hitting on something that for the 25% of us who find other people exhausting and solitude rejuvenating is a daily fact of life. I know I've shared this with some of you in the past, but it's always worth a fresh read:
"Caring For Your Introvert"
As the odd bird in a family of extroverts, I was lucky to never have to pick up the (dreaded) phone or schmooze with the delivery man. Even as a kid, I was always the one out in the backyard by herself with a book. I do think this stuff is hard-wired, though to what extent, I'm not sure. Even though by the time I hit twenty I'd learned very well how to play at being an extrovert when necessary, I still find houseguests and long social weekends totally exhausting (all that talking!!). My little piece of advice for introverts unfortunate enough to be stuck mingling at cocktail parties or schmoozing at networking events: hard liquor. And lots of it.
(That's classic Greta Garbo above - she the iconic introvert, of course, famous for: "I just vant to be alone.")