Introvert Translator

If you don’t know me, you probably think I’m weird. If you do know me, you know I’m weird, awkward and prefer standing behind machinery, large plants and stand-up toy displays. That’s because I’m a double scoop of introvert and shy, with a generous handful of anxious sprinkles.

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I’ve come up with this handy introvert translator, so you know what I and my fellow couch fort hermits mean when we (finally) talk to someone. Or not. You’re welcome.

DEALING WITH A TELEMARKETER

What I say: “Um, I’m really sorry….”

What I want to say: *click*

What I finally end up saying after 15 minutes trapped on the phone listening to the benefits of changing my phone service: “Aaaiiigghhh, Godzilla!” *drop phone and quietly hang it up*

Translation: I really could care less about your product, but now I feel obligated to listen and now I don’t know what to do.

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AT A WORK RECEPTION WHEN SOMEONE NOTICES I’M STANDING BEHIND A PLANT

What I say: “Just staying out of the way.”

What I want to say: “Actually, I’m an amateur plant therapist, and this plant is suffering from a severe case of nervosa exhaustion. I’m here to listen and to support it as a frond.”

Translation: Good grief, you people drive me up the wall during the day and now I have to put up with you in the evening, too? I prefer the fern.

SEEING SOMEONE I KNOW AT THE GROCERY STORE AND NOT SAYING ‘HI’

What I say: “Oh, hello! I didn’t see you.”

What I want to say: “Yes, of course I saw you. How could I miss you in that outfit?”

Translation: Just thinking about talking to you mentally exhausted me and that doesn’t even include the possibility of me saying “Hello” first and you not recognizing me. So I ducked into the frozen peas to avoid you.

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BEING DRAGGED TO A CONCERT

What I say: “Whoa, there’s a lot of people here.”

What I want to say: “You know, I bet they have the sound piped into the bathrooms. Let’s spend the next two hours in a stall.”

Translation: Everyone is far too close to me. I’m going to be stomped to death in a mosh pit or mugged by a rogue Michael Bolton fan, I just know it.

TEXT FROM A FRIEND

What I do: Read it, then ignore it for a couple of hours

What I do after that: Go back and read it again

What I say: “Well, I don’t really agree with…” Nope. *backspace backspace backspace*

What I say on the second try: “How about this…” Nope. *backspace backspace backspace*

What I finally say: “Hey.  :-)”

Translation: This reply has been heavily sanitized for your protection. OK, for my protection, because I strongly suspect I sound like an idiot and I don’t want to piss you off. Would more emoticons help?

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Beth Bartlett is a shameless book nerd and pop culture geek. Drop by www.plaidearthworm.com, but don’t sit on the end; that’s her spot.

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