Just a little bit, just a teeny-weeny bit
Introversion seems to be a bit of a motif across the reading list lately.
In a locked post somebody mentioned feeling that a true introvert should be a solitary figure who did not need other people, and thus needing other people cast doubts on a definition as introvert.
My own thoughts on this are:
It is possible for introverts to feel lonely, and very often lonely in a crowd, for want of 'kindred spirits'.
Furthermore, introverts, well, me, anyway, may need people but they tend to be particular people rather than people in general (fitting in with the general introvert preference) and that yes, one can get feelings of dependency and clingyness towards specific individuals.
But that, I think, may well be to do with not getting enough of them as one might like.
The 'enoughness' might actually be a good deal short of living in their pocket. (It may even be that a certain distance/detachment is part of the attraction, given one's reaction to the reverse...)
Which gave me to think more generally about 'enoughness' and how sometimes one feels a huge aching lack of something or craving for something in one's life that feels that it might never be satisfied.
Whereas, actually when one gets the whatever it is, it turns out that a perfectly reasonable amount of it is entirely adequate, thank you very much.
(Does the cautionary tale of MFK Fisher and the Hindu Eggs fit in here?)
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