Those people. Everyone has at least one, even if they don't realize it. The person who is there regardless of your mental state and character. This person, or people, call you on your own bullshit. These are the folks you despise at times as you don't want to be told of your dumb choices and yet are grateful there is someone to care.
I truly hope you have been lucky enough to be bombarded by these people, or person. I have been changed for the better because of them.
I am an extrovert. It is more common that extroverts adopt introverts. You never really hear about the other side of the track; introverts accepting extroverts. It is because of the acceptance of many introverts that I have learned how to recognize my potentially off-putting behaviors. When I allow myself to get overwhelmed, I begin the need to control the situation. Whether or not it is my own situation, or someone else’s. In the moment I do not see the signs of the anxiety that is building as I am merely seeing the "organization" I am applying.
My need for control is strong and thus, overpowers the say and want of others at times where my anxiety peaks. I can honestly say, this realization did not come to me until my introverted friends hit me over the head with it about seven years ago.
I cannot recall the exact onset of this hard-hitting truth. If you are a real one of mine reading this, feel free to comment below with your wonderful stories of my "organizational skills." I can recount that in these moments, my friends have helped me to learn that through acknowledgment and acceptance of this behavior, I can continue to improve.
This rings true for most behaviors, right?! I would like to add a notable piece to this practice; acceptance and understanding of those around you. If I do not feel that I am surrounded by those who support me, then I will withdraw into myself all together. Thus circumnavigating the potential horrendous behavior, and instead causing more anxiety within myself. Such a great system don't you think? Not.
My real ones make me feel safe and allow me to be vulnerable when I otherwise would not be. They hold space for me and aren't afraid to question, or sometimes assist me, in my antics.
Find your real ones and hang on for dear life. They are worth the search.
With hope,
Anndi
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