A Day of an Introvert in Extravert’s Eyes

by Tetiana Kryvoviaz

An Introvert wakes up, depressed. Life is suffering, he thinks. Why he must get up now, 

overcome his laziness and go to work, he resents.
It’s the greatest mystery of this world and
the greatest unfairness, he thinks. The world is against him. Extraverts run the world, and he
is on the margins. An Introvert rolls in a bed for half an hour and then at last makes himself
get up – with superhuman efforts.
An Introvert has a breakfast in silence. He lives alone, so he feels cold at night and lonely in
the morning. He has to prepare food by himself; he has to eat one-on-one with a plate; his
life is a total monoplay.
Driving to office, an Introvert invents plans how to skip his today’s work, hide away in a
safe place (a corner?) and torment himself with thoughts that everybody despises him for
his inability to create something worthy, to find new clients and to make money. Or even
without all these grounds, everyone does despise him. And hates him. He’s so unhappy. Oh,
he can’t be happy – he’s an Introvert.
Thanks God, it’s Friday, and at work an Introvert thinks of home all day long, imagines
himself in his flat with a door locked, hidden under a blanket, reading a book about some
other introvert – as introverts are rare species in the real life, and only in books they occur
so often.
A day comes to an end, and a boss invites everybody for beer – to celebrate a successful
project. But an Introvert gets frightened of such perspective and tries to escape as quickly as
possible; someone notices his runaway, but has no wish to stop him – everyone is aware of a
weird nature of an Introvert.
Got home, an Introvert at last feels safe and secure. He’s exhausted, but joyful at the same
time – a working week is over and two days of staying at home alone begin. Oh, the whole
life of staying alone.