The Wanderer

When I was in college, they called me "The Wanderer." I suppose I treasure alone time more than many and would occasionally be found off on my own during group activities. I like to remember it as being equally comfortable whether in a group or on my own. I'm not sure which mode is my default.

The other day, someone asked how many movies I had seen by myself in the theater. I had to admit that I have no idea. Too many to take note. What's wrong with that? I think the last movie I saw by myself was Slumdog Millionaire, while on a trip to Seattle.

With this as background, you can now likely better appreciate why I was so drawn to a passage that appeared in The Atlantic in 2003 called "Caring for Your Introvert." Jason Kottke recently reposted a link to the article and I'm glad he did. Introverts are an undeserved segment of the population. Don't mess with us. If you do, we're likely to go off to a quite place and write about our feelings.

Oh, and here's a photo of the kids.