An eclectic collection of things I'm learning, things that interest me, things I am doing,

and pictures of adorable little girls that are teaching me so much.

Thursday, September 20, 2007

Caring for your Introvert

As an introvert, I am already familiar with the majority of these principles, but even I was informed on some of why I do what I do. This article is very well done despite his poor attempt at gathering proper statistics and anyone who has contact with an introvert (in other words, everyone) should read it and learn something. My boyfriend, Tim, is technically an introvert though he is much more of an extrovert than I am. He was especially intrigued by this article and has even improved a bit in how he relates to me! :)

Jonathan Rauch is a correspondent for The Atlantic and a senior writer for National Journal. Original article can be found here.

Do you know someone who needs hours alone every day? Who loves quiet conversations about feelings or ideas, and can give a dynamite presentation to a big audience, but seems awkward in groups and maladroit at small talk? Who has to be dragged to parties and then needs the rest of the day to recuperate? Who growls or scowls or grunts or winces when accosted with pleasantries by people who are just trying to be nice?

If so, do you tell this person he is "too serious," or ask if he is okay? Regard him as aloof, arrogant, rude? Redouble your efforts to draw him out?

If you answered yes to these questions, chances are that you have an introvert on your hands—and that you aren't caring for him properly. Science has learned a good deal in recent years about the habits and requirements of introverts. It has even learned, by means of brain scans, that introverts process information differently from other people (I am not making this up). If you are behind the curve on this important matter, be reassured that you are not alone. Introverts may be common, but they are also among the most misunderstood and aggrieved groups in America, possibly the world.

I know. My name is Jonathan, and I am an introvert.

Oh, for years I denied it. After all, I have good social skills. I am not morose or misanthropic. Usually. I am far from shy. I love long conversations that explore intimate thoughts or passionate interests. But at last I have self-identified and come out to my friends and colleagues. In doing so, I have found myself liberated from any number of damaging misconceptions and stereotypes. Now I am here to tell you what you need to know in order to respond sensitively and supportively to your own introverted family members, friends, and colleagues. Remember, someone you know, respect, and interact with every day is an introvert, and you are probably driving this person nuts. It pays to learn the warning signs.

What is introversion? In its modern sense, the concept goes back to the 1920s and the psychologist Carl Jung. Today it is a mainstay of personality tests, including the widely used Myers-Briggs Type Indicator. Introverts are not necessarily shy. Shy people are anxious or frightened or self-excoriating in social settings; introverts generally are not. Introverts are also not misanthropic, though some of us do go along with Sartre as far as to say "Hell is other people at breakfast." Rather, introverts are people who find other people tiring.

Extroverts are energized by people, and wilt or fade when alone. They often seem bored by themselves, in both senses of the expression. Leave an extrovert alone for two minutes and he will reach for his cell phone. In contrast, after an hour or two of being socially "on," we introverts need to turn off and recharge. My own formula is roughly two hours alone for every hour of socializing. This isn't antisocial. It isn't a sign of depression. It does not call for medication. For introverts, to be alone with our thoughts is as restorative as sleeping, as nourishing as eating. Our motto: "I'm okay, you're okay—in small doses."

How many people are introverts? I performed exhaustive research on this question, in the form of a quick Google search. The answer: About 25 percent. Or: Just under half. Or—my favorite—"a minority in the regular population but a majority in the gifted population."

Are introverts misunderstood? Wildly. That, it appears, is our lot in life. "It is very difficult for an extrovert to understand an introvert," write the education experts Jill D. Burruss and Lisa Kaenzig. (They are also the source of the quotation in the previous paragraph.) Extroverts are easy for introverts to understand, because extroverts spend so much of their time working out who they are in voluble, and frequently inescapable, interaction with other people. They are as inscrutable as puppy dogs. But the street does not run both ways. Extroverts have little or no grasp of introversion. They assume that company, especially their own, is always welcome. They cannot imagine why someone would need to be alone; indeed, they often take umbrage at the suggestion. As often as I have tried to explain the matter to extroverts, I have never sensed that any of them really understood. They listen for a moment and then go back to barking and yipping.

Are introverts oppressed? I would have to say so. For one thing, extroverts are overrepresented in politics, a profession in which only the garrulous are really comfortable. Look at George W. Bush. Look at Bill Clinton. They seem to come fully to life only around other people. To think of the few introverts who did rise to the top in politics—Calvin Coolidge, Richard Nixon—is merely to drive home the point. With the possible exception of Ronald Reagan, whose fabled aloofness and privateness were probably signs of a deep introverted streak (many actors, I've read, are introverts, and many introverts, when socializing, feel like actors), introverts are not considered "naturals" in politics.

Extroverts therefore dominate public life. This is a pity. If we introverts ran the world, it would no doubt be a calmer, saner, more peaceful sort of place. As Coolidge is supposed to have said, "Don't you know that four fifths of all our troubles in this life would disappear if we would just sit down and keep still?" (He is also supposed to have said, "If you don't say anything, you won't be called on to repeat it." The only thing a true introvert dislikes more than talking about himself is repeating himself.) [Emhasis added. "AMEN!"]

With their endless appetite for talk and attention, extroverts also dominate social life, so they tend to set expectations. In our extrovertist society, being outgoing is considered normal and therefore desirable, a mark of happiness, confidence, leadership. Extroverts are seen as bighearted, vibrant, warm, empathic. "People person" is a compliment. Introverts are described with words like "guarded," "loner," "reserved," "taciturn," "self-contained," "private"—narrow, ungenerous words, words that suggest emotional parsimony and smallness of personality. Female introverts, I suspect, must suffer especially. In certain circles, particularly in the Midwest, a man can still sometimes get away with being what they used to call a strong and silent type; introverted women, lacking that alternative, are even more likely than men to be perceived as timid, withdrawn, haughty.

Are introverts arrogant? Hardly. I suppose this common misconception has to do with our being more intelligent, more reflective, more independent, more level-headed, more refined, and more sensitive than extroverts. Also, it is probably due to our lack of small talk, a lack that extroverts often mistake for disdain. We tend to think before talking, whereas extroverts tend to think by talking, which is why their meetings never last less than six hours. "Introverts," writes a perceptive fellow named Thomas P. Crouser, in an online review of a recent book called Why Should Extroverts Make All the Money? (I'm not making that up, either), "are driven to distraction by the semi-internal dialogue extroverts tend to conduct. Introverts don't outwardly complain, instead roll their eyes and silently curse the darkness." Just so.

The worst of it is that extroverts have no idea of the torment they put us through. Sometimes, as we gasp for air amid the fog of their 98-percent-content-free talk [Emphasis added. "So true!"], we wonder if extroverts even bother to listen to themselves. Still, we endure stoically, because the etiquette books—written, no doubt, by extroverts—regard declining to banter as rude and gaps in conversation as awkward. We can only dream that someday, when our condition is more widely understood, when perhaps an Introverts' Rights movement has blossomed and borne fruit, it will not be impolite to say "I'm an introvert. You are a wonderful person and I like you. But now please shush."

How can I let the introvert in my life know that I support him and respect his choice? First, recognize that it's not a choice. It's not a lifestyle. It's an orientation.

Second, when you see an introvert lost in thought, don't say "What's the matter?" or "Are you all right?"

Third, don't say anything else, either.

Life Update and Future Plans

First on the docket, I did my second backpacking trip this weekend with Tim, Keisha, Mike, and Chris, and, guess what? No one got lost, I didn't have to climb down the mountain in the middle of the night to call search and rescue, I didn't sleep in the back of a car with Tim (no, not like that) and get woken up by a helicopter 2 hours later, nor did I (an many others) have to endure the anguish of knowing that a friend was lost in the mountains. On the other hand, we hiked up in the fog, hiked above the clouds to some AMAZING views of surrounding mountaintops, met some mountain goats, woke up in the morning to 40 feet of visibility (no, I'm not kidding), hiked all the way down in the rain, and ended up with both deep and superficial blisters on each big toe. No, I don't regret it. Yes, I will probably go again... at least, when the weather is supposed to be nicer. ;) I must be a glutton for punishment. I think the alternative term for that is free-spirit. Yeah, I'll take that one. BTW, you can see several of the shots that Mike took on the way up if you look for photos I'm tagged in. We have a couple of shots on Keisha's camera of the low visibility in the morning but no pictures from the hike down because it was raining the whole time.

Second, some of you have heard by now that as of this afternoon I have officially graduated from the Buntain School of Nursing at Northwest University! [cue cheering and stuff] This, four months of work and stress, $500, numerous phone calls, misplaced important paperwork, and two sibling engagements later than the rest of my class. Why is it that so often I begin things early but usually find myself so mired in technicalities and bureaucracy that I finish things later then my peers? Is that my lot in life?
Anyway, the next step is for my graduation status to be sent from the School of Nursing to the state, the state to approve me to take the NCLEX (state nursing boards), send me my ATT (Authorization To Test), me to schedule the test, take the test, and receive my POSITIVE results before Oct. 1 so I can start working at Valley Medical Center. Phew! Hmm... that's one business week and two days from now. That deadline doesn't seem physically possible, yet if God wills for me to be ready by then, then who am I to say that it is impossible? So I am continuing to study hard as if I will be taking the test in the next week. Yet... I don't know if it will be that soon... STRESSFUL!!!
Why is my life so consistently lived in the last minute? Is there some dramatically important life lesson that I'm not getting? Am I simply doomed for existence on the edge of impossibility for the rest of my life... so its important to get several of these occurrences out of the way as early as possible...? GAH!
Again I find myself praying like I did when the Lord first called me to become a nurse. Numerous roadblocks stood in my way so my prayer for several months was "Lord, if you really want me to be a nurse then you're going to have to make [this] happen because I can't see how else it would work." As you can probably guess, he miraculously worked it all out. I went to nursing school, survived nursing school (quite literally), and now I've graduated from nursing school. But I still have to get my license. Well... I won't lose my job if I'm not ready to work on Oct. 1 but it would (at least, I think it would) be very disruptive to my plans to not be available to work until the next nursing orientation in November.
Probably the most frustrating thing at this point is that the vast majority of my peers from nursing school already have their jobs and have finished their internships while everyone else (that I know of) has at least taken the NCLEX. I feel so inadequate. Gosh darnit! I graduated with good grades! I always tested in the top third or quarter of my class! Yet I simply have to wait for God's timing to have the fulfillment of finally doing what he has been preparing me to do for the last six-eight years.

On top of all that I'm going to be incredibly busy for the next three-four weeks with things like weddings (3 of them), numerous birthday parties, potentially taking the NCLEX and other random things that are required to make my life continue its rotations around the sun. I'm so busy that I won't be able to celebrate my birthday until two weeks late! So, if anyone is interested, I'm available on Oct. 20th to celebrate my birthday which is coming up on Oct 4th. I don't have anything planned yet, but maybe you should bug Tim since he was just challenged by a mutual friend to plan something for me.

That's all for now just because my fingers are tired.

My first backpacking experience...

…was not at all what I expected.

A team of 7 friends including myself and my boyfriend, Tim, expected to make camp at lunchtime on Sunday, August 12th, hang out for the rest of the day, watch the meteor shower at night, and hike out in the morning. As I'm sure you may have guessed by now, that's not at all what happened.

Sometime between 4 and 6 pm Chris Blackledge walked out of camp without telling anyone instead of taking a nap like everyone else. When we woke up to prepare dinner we quickly realized we were missing Chris and prepared two teams of two to look for him. I stayed at base camp with the other girl on the team since I was the medical personnel so that I could stay centralized. We organized certain whistles to distinguish calling for Chris, finding him, or calling for immediate medical aid. Tim and Mike followed some tracks and found Chris’ beanie on a steep ridge which leads us to assume he went off to get some great photos. As darkness approached and the two teams reported into camp with no good leads we decided the next step was to climb down the mountain to find cell phone reception and call in search and rescue. I volunteered right away since I hadn't done any hiking in the afternoon and Tim volunteered because he was feeling the best out of those remaining. The others planned on resting until either Chris or search and rescue showed up. Tim and I broke camp at about 10 pm and hiked over the first ridge. On a hunch I decided to check cell phone reception even though we were still 5+ miles from the trailhead and, lo and behold, there was reception on one of the two phones! We got through to search and rescue and they had a unit dispatched to the trailhead right away. The deputies setting up command post at the trailhead decided they wanted Tim and I to hike all the way down and help coordinate efforts from the CP. It took us from midnight to 2:30 am to cover just over 5 miles and a couple of short detours onto false trails in the dark. We helped out the search coordinators as much as possible and finally hit the sack (aka, the back of a station wagon) from 5-7 am. We were woken up by a helicopter and found double the amount of volunteers from just two hours before. Hikers, mountaineers, dog teams, and the helicopter greeted us.

We helped brief the next shift of coordinators, ate some breakfast, and then were allowed to leave for home. We were picked up and arrived at home at about 11 am. We got some well-needed rest from 1-6 pm and then returned to Josh’s house to retrieve our gear left behind in camp, compare notes with him, pray, and encourage each other.

That evening when we called in to the CP for an update we were told that the dogs had not yet found a scent (bad news) and that several of the hikers are willing to continue searching overnight (very dangerous). The majority of the searchers resumed in the morning including some fresh volunteers. Josh, Mike, Tim, and I decided to return to the trailhead in the morning to meet Chris’ family who were expected to arrive at about 8:30 am on Tuesday. In the meantime we all got some desperately needed sleep.

The four of us arrived at the trailhead CP at 9 am Tuesday morning to find no new news except that a dog or two may have picked up a scent, though not necessarily Chris’. His aunt and uncle arrived about a half hour later, were briefed by the coordinators, and then met us for the first time. They were pleasant and social, considering the circumstances. Josh was particularly relieved since he felt a semblance of responsibility for organizing the trip and not making it ABSOLUTELY CLEAR that you are not to go anywhere with certain equipment or without telling anyone or without a partner. We were asked a couple of more questions during the course of the morning until just after 11 when the head coordinator walked over to us and announced that they just found Chris alive and doing well. Hugs and handshakes went all around before all six of us started calling people to announce the good news! He was retrieved by helicopter and returned to the CP at the trailhead in less than 20 minutes. He was then taken to Overlake Hospital for assessment and observation and discharged at about 3:30. To our surprise he wanted to interview with the local media, King 5 and Kiro 7, before returning home to rest.

As it turns out, in hoping to hike around Gem Lake before dinner on Sunday afternoon, Chris got turned around at some point and lost the trail. All of Monday he traveled down and up the other side of a rugged valley to reach a well defined trail in hopes of running into other hikers or returning to our camp. Moments after reaching that trail at about 11 this morning Chris was spotted by a day hiker who directed him to S&R hikers 50 ft away. He was retrieved by helicopter and returned to the CP at the trailhead in less than 20 minutes.

I want to thank anyone and everyone who had Chris and his searchers in their hearts and prayers. I particularly want to thank the incredible efforts of the S&R team. A total of over 250 people were working/volunteering on his case and over 1000 friends and family were praying for him. I also want to thank the media for the caring and respectful way they treated us and Chris both before he was found and afterwards. It was very refreshing to see the overwhelming stereotypes shattered.

Chris has been debriefed a couple of times, returned to work, and has spent a quiet "we're-glad-you're-alive-a
nd-we-still-love-you-despite-getting-yourself-lost" dinner with those of us from the team. He will need continued prayers as he processes his traumatic experience and determines how he will respond. Many of us are also prepared to throw a grand "we're-glad-you're-alive-and-well" party for him as soon as he says he is ready. The rest of us could also use prayer for wisdom on how to minister to him in the coming weeks and months as he learns to cope with this experience.

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Summer update and prayer request

The request for updates on my life this summer are starting to pile up so I ought to dispel some people's fears of me either lying bleeding in a ditch or quietly married post eloping. (as if)So far my summer has been packed with hanging out with Tim, dancing, softball, hiking, catching up with friends at home (after three years at school), and creative and analytical / expository writing. Unfortunately, the analytical / expository writing part really needs to be first on the list but my abused and depressed drive for excellence shrieks and cowers at the thought of once again subjugating myself to academia when all I want to do is finish with that and EXPERIENCE LIFE! Again, unfortunately, fully experiencing life, A.K.A. holding a full-time job, is dependent on finishing up the last section of the last class of my last semester of school. Why can’t it just go away? Disappear? POOF!!! Those gosh-darn-damned lessons (Yes, I just swore…lightly. Get over it.) of patience and perseverance just won’t stop coming! It’s as if God expects my entire life existence, and perhaps my post-(physio)mortem existence, to require an overabundance of those two components. Well, at least I have yet another inspiration to finish this class. Valley Medical wants me to attend the RN orientation training on Sept. 9-10 which means I really need to get the class done by next week at the latest. I think I can do that. Next Friday seems attainable. It’s too bad that my previous deadlines were not attainable and mostly worked to prematurely burn me out for the 1738476329349th time. (No, I’m not exaggerating.) (Ok. Maybe a little, but not much.) I am finding it seriously difficult to maintain the perspective of joy and hope in anticipating what God is preparing me for rather than feeling singled out for the most difficult path possible. I went through so much to get into nursing school and then stay in nursing school. Why then, when I can see the finish line, did God allow it to be pulled so far away from me again? I certainly don’t compare my circumstances or my integrity to David’s (boy… that would be asking for it!) but I can at least identify with his prayer in Psalm 3: “How long, O Lord? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me? How long must I wrestle with my thoughts and every day have sorrow in my heart? How long will my enemy triumph over me?” In my case the “enemy” is our ultimate enemy. I have been assailed and attacked on a daily basis including in my dreams for at least two years now with only short respites. Even the grim satisfaction of being a big enough threat to Satan’s kingdom that I attract that much attention from him is wearing thin. Can’t I just have a peaceful existence for a year? Six months at least?My encouragement at this point is Tim, a Godly man who is very concerned with “rightly dividing the word of truth,” besides being tall, dark, and handsome. ;-) But, of course, all the relationship stuff adds another element of stress to life, not in a bad way, but stress none the less. I have also been led to counsel with a godly man and his wife in Gig Harbor who have helped me understand some of my motives and roots to emotional issues. I’m meeting with them again tomorrow.
In summary, please pray for the perseverance and doggedness to finish this class quickly (deadline: next Friday) and that the subsequent permit to take the national nursing boards, the NCLEX, would proceed without setbacks. This general ed. class hovering over my head is pretty much crippling me at this point including my enjoyment of other things as well as my motivation to finish it.

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Questions

All of my life I have had the gift to be able to see the big picture; the consequences and repercussions or benefits and rewards to my actions. This affords me the ability to, more often than not, choose right over wrong. I have always been concerned for others' well-being, not just my own. I have always had an acute sense of "right" and "wrong."
Why then, does God allow some people to have tendencies towards the opposite? We are all sinners, all fallen, all subject to the curse; but why does he seem to lay a stronger guiding hand on some more than others? Does he then show favoritism? Our choices are not our choices anyway because "apart from God we can do nothing" and "there is no one righteous, no one who pleases God" therefore, he must enable us to choose the right. Why does he seem to enable some more than others? Is God unfair? Does that make him unjust?
Smoe are born to poverty, others to luxury. Some are born to slavery, others to freedom. Some to a supportive and loving family, others to monsters. Some with health and others with constant sickness.
Can I blame God for where he has placed me? The gifts and abilities he has given me? The grace he has poured onto me throughout my life? PLEASE?Would blaming him make the hurt go away? Would it make me more understanding, accepting, and loving to those who make wrong choices even when those choices clearly will not benefit them or anyone else?
What will make the pain go away?