Awkward Silence
My students don't believe me when I tell them I am an introvert. I wonder if I am being fake in class, that I'm just playing a character, that who they see in class isn't really who I am. I project my voice, I like to tell stories, tell jokes, aiming to deliver some point about the subject we are covering. But as soon as the last bell rings, I mentally clock out, and I rush to be alone in my car. This alone time is important to me. I'll get frustrated when my wife calls me, with seemingly no real purpose other than to talk to me about how she can't quite figure out how to make cornbread right and all the research she has done about cornbread, and this is frustrating because it violates my me time that I don't wish to fill with cornbread. But I get it. She wants to talk with me, because by sharing her speech with me, she is sharing with me her private and innermost thoughts and life. We are married, and are not only united in body but in mind, and sometimes the ...