Okay. Here's the deal.
I'm an introvert. That fact has surprised a few people in my online world. But that's the thing about introverts, apparently. We like communicating in writing. So on Facebook and here on the blog, I'm doing the Macarena and wearing lampshades. In person, I'm quiet at first. I tend to hang back and be watchful to gauge people. I make friends slowly and keep them for a long time. I don't have a legion of them in real life. I have a small collection, but they are treasured. I once forgot my own name during introductions with a new person and called myself the name of someone I went to high school with. Awkward.
I'm reading this awesome book about introverts.
Reading it makes me feel vindicated for being called "hermit" repeatedly by an extroverted type. I'm not a hermit. I haven't withdrawn from society. I just need more quiet than some people to feel contented and fulfilled. I'm a people person....as long as they are in small doses and don't try to force extroversion on me. I have a few close friends whom I've had for a long time and love very much.
I don't do grown woman sleepover parties. I don't like to talk on the phone much. I'd rather spend a Saturday at home on my porch with the kids and the man and the cats and dogs or upstairs doing art than shopping or going to parties or socializing in big groups. I'd rather stab myself in the head with a spork (repeatedly) than do public speaking. I can do it well enough with enough lead time. I just don't want to do it, and I don't like it.
There ya go. If we ever meet in real life and I forget my own name, you now know why.
May the good Lord give you good books, all the quiet time you need, and people who value what you bring to the world.