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Cuando era más joven, recuerdo que, a través de los años, la mayoría de mis amistades de ese entonces, eran personas que realmente les gustaba hablar.
Hablaban tanto, que solo de ese modo era posible que soportaran tener una conversación con alguien tan callado y ausente verbalmente, como yo.
Mi vida transcurría entre amistades con una habilidad increíble para socializar, y a las que les agradaba tenerme, porque les escucharía sin casi interrupciones.
Lo que debía ser un dialogo entre dos personas, terminaba siendo más bien un monologo del que yo era expectante.
Si eso era bueno o malo, lo ignoraba, porque al menos me salvaba de la terrible e incomoda situación grupal, en la que en frente de todos, alguien me preguntaba:
¿Y tú no hablas?
Mi nombre es Laura QCh, y os presento mi experiencia siendo una persona introvertida.
When I was younger, I remember that, over the years, most of my friends back then were people who really liked to talk.
They talked so much that only then could they stand to have a conversation with someone as quiet and verbally absent as I was.
My life was spent among friends with an incredible ability to socialize, and who liked to have me, because I would listen to them with almost no interruptions.
What was supposed to be a dialogue between two people, ended up being more like a monologue that I looked forward to.
If that was good or bad, I ignored it, because at least it saved me from the terrible and uncomfortable group situation, in which in front of everyone, someone would ask me:
And you don't speak?
My name is Laura QCh, and I present to you my experience being an introvert.
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Continuando la anterior linea de pensamiento, y para no hacer este post muy largo, hablaré de las repetidas situaciones que viví por ser alguien introvertido, (que no es lo mismo que ser tímido).
"Ser introvertido no es sinónimo de misantropía, ni de timidez, tampoco es ser antisocial."
Según el portal web Habilidad Social:
En ambos casos se trata de personas reservadas que prefieren evitar las grandes reuniones sociales y mantenerse al margen del estrés del mundo. Pero mientras que el tímido teme hablar, el introvertido está simplemente sobreestimulado.
Source.
Por su parte, el portal web de la BBC tiene un articulo que menciona sobre la diferencia entre timidez e introversión:
"tanto los introvertidos como los tímidos evitan la interacción social", pero por razones diferentes. Los primeros porque puede agotarlos; y los segundos, porque les causa angustia.
Source.
Para aquel entonces yo desconocía esta información, y a todas estas (¿y tú no hablas?) siempre respondía un penoso:
No...
Aunque internamente estuviera cansada de aquella pregunta, que solo incrementaba mis ganas de escapar de aquel grupo de personas, y encontrarme nuevamente sola.
Continuing the previous line of thought, and in order not to make this post too long, I will talk about the repeated situations I lived for being someone introverted, (which is not the same as being shy).
"Being introverted is not synonymous with misanthropy, nor with shyness, nor is it being antisocial."
According to the web portal Social Ability:
Both are reserved people who prefer to avoid large social gatherings and stay out of the stresses of the world. But while the shy person is afraid to speak up, the introvert is simply overstimulated.
Source.
For its part, the BBC web portal has an article that mentions about the difference between shyness and introversion:
"both introverts and shy people avoid social interaction," but for different reasons. The former because it can exhaust them; and the latter, because it causes them distress.
Source.
By that time I was unaware of this information, and to all these (and you don't speak?) I always answered a pitiful:
No...
Although internally I was tired of that question, which only increased my desire to escape from that group of people, and find myself alone again.
Sin embargo ¿esa pregunta podía fastidiarme el día por completo? No, era todo lo que venía luego de eso.
Siempre que conocía a un grupo nuevo de personas, donde la mayoría son extrovertidas y no entiende ni quieren entender porque alguien es diferente a ellos, hay quienes asumen y te categorizan como quieren.
Y frente a mi poca capacidad comunicativa, y mis cero ganas de dar explicaciones, porque a esa edad en verdad desconoces quién eres o porque eres como eres, dejas que la gente diga:
¡Ay, es que ella es odiosa!
Es callada...
Es aburrida...
Es rara.
Y luego cuando quieres demostrar que no lo eres, es inútil, porque el grupo, y tu al rededor te dieron ese papel. Entonces empiezas a creértelo tú mismo.
Para darle explicación a todas las cosas que no te gustan y a ellos sí.
Y tus "amigos" no dicen aquellos comentarios, pero ríen cuando alguien más los hace en forma de "chiste".
However could that question completely screw up my day? No, it was everything that came after that.
Whenever I met a new group of people, where most are extroverted and don't understand or want to understand why someone is different from them, there are those who assume and categorize you as they want.
And in the face of my poor communication skills, and my zero desire to explain myself, because at that age you really don't know who you are or why you are the way you are, you let people say:
Oh, she's just obnoxious!
She's quiet...
She's boring...
She's weird.
And then when you want to prove that you're not, it's useless, because the group, and you around you, gave you that role. Then you start to believe it yourself.
To give explanation to all the things you don't like and they do.
And your "friends" don't say those comments, but laugh when someone else makes them as a "joke".
Esos amigos que en verdad no son tus amigos.
Pero, ¿por qué las personas dicen todo aquello?
El día que descubrí que había personas que les aterraba pasar el recreo de la escuela solas, o no tener amigos con los que bromear durante la clase, me sorprendí. Yo no tenía miedo de estar sola.
Lo supe el día que mis amigas de la escuela decidieron ignorarme, y yo tuve dos opciones: seguir siendo ignorada, o disfrutar de una lectura en la biblioteca. Ese día leí un cuento, y me sentía mejor que estando con mis amigas... Era muy chica para entenderlo, pero me sentía mejor sola.
El liceo, sin embargo, es más difícil, porque todos quieren brillar, y yo no quería hacerlo, al menos no de ese modo, pero hay gente que parece molestarle eso.
En mi adultes, puedo identificar aquellos signos de introversión, que no son ni odiosidad ni timidez, son parte de mi. Ademas, sé desenvolverme en los ámbitos que me gustan, y he encontrado gente que me tiene más paciencia y me escucha.
También me he topado con gente como yo, con quienes un silencio no es incomodo, y las actividades no tienen que ser muy alocadas para ser geniales.
Si por alguna razón, eres introvertido/a y te sientes solo en un mundo donde serlo, parece malo. A mi me costo encontrar personas que me entendieran, y con las cuales sentirme bien... incluso sentirme satisfecha conmigo misma, pero las encontré.
¡Tú también puedes!
Esas son mis ultimas palabras para con ustedes, espero les haya gustado ¡saludos y se les quiere!
Those friends who are not really your friends.
But why do people say all that?
The day I found out that there were people who were terrified of spending school recess alone, or not having friends to joke around with during class, I was surprised. I wasn't afraid of being alone.
I knew it the day my friends at school decided to ignore me, and I had two choices: continue to be ignored, or enjoy a reading in the library. That day I read a story, and I felt better than being with my friends? I was too young to understand, but I felt better alone.
High school, however, is more difficult, because everyone wants to shine, and I didn't want to, at least not in that way, but there are people who seem to resent that.
In my adulthood, I can identify those signs of introversion, which are neither hatefulness nor shyness, they are part of me. Also, I know how to function in the areas that I like, and I have found people who are more patient with me and listen to me.
I've also met people like me, with whom silence is not uncomfortable, and activities don't have to be too crazy to be great.
If for some reason, you are introverted and feel alone in a world where being introverted seems bad. I found it hard to find people who understood me, and with whom I could feel good... even feel satisfied with myself... even feel satisfied with myself, but I found them.
You can too!
Those are my last words to you, I hope you liked it, greetings and you are loved!
Traducción hecha en: DeepL
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¡Se despide Laura QCh! / Laura QCh says goodbye!
