I avoid all social situations. I don’t talk to my neighbors. I dodge my family. I hate going to lunch with coworkers.
I have a few close friends, like I always have. I feel like I can open up after a bit of time, but only with small groups. Really just 1-2 at a time. The larger the group, the quieter I will become.
Sometimes it feels like the world is social. It seems like it is glorified, and antisocial behavior is looked down on like some sort of defect.
Maybe it only feels that way because the social outgoing people get farther in life by making those connections. Or they do high profile jobs better.
I feel like I run into outgoing, extroverted people every where but seldom talk to other introverts. Maybe it’s because neither of us make that first move. We avoid each other.
For a moment consider that antisocial isn’t a disease. It’s not a social defect of character. It’s just different. Celebrate the introverts in your life for being who they are. Introverts may be quiet, but we are thinking, observing. We might take a while to warm to, but when we do, it means you mean that much to us.
Friendship for the introvert is all in. It’s deep. Nothing is ever shallow. It’s true and real. Introverts love deeply, we are considerate and thoughtful. We avoid the surface to open up to what really matters.
If you see an antisocial person, don’t judge them for avoiding small talk, just give them a little wave and let them be.