Extroverts are loud. They are charming. They are fierce. I should be an extrovert. At least according to my late July birthday, which brands me a Leo, the zodiac glamourpuss characterized as a majestic powerhouse who commands attention.

Alas, I am not an extrovert. I do not fit in with the I-want-to-be-looked-at-and-adored camp. Extroverts make me nervous. Extroverts make me anxious. Extroverts make me sweat. For I am one of the four types of introverts. Or at least I fall on the left side of Carl Jung鈥檚 personality spectrum, because, after all, 鈥淭here is no such thing as a pure introvert or extrovert. Such a person would be in the lunatic asylum.鈥 Thank you, Carl G. Jung, that clears up so much.

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But here鈥檚 the truth, and I am sure other introverts will agree: Sometimes I would love to have just one iota of what those extroverts are puttin鈥 out. I am simply fascinated by those who can walk into a packed room, deliver individual and personalized hellos to everyone around the table, then effortlessly grab a seat and throw their feet up like they鈥檙e Don effing Draper. It鈥檚 magnificent.

What must that be like? This is me when I walk into a room: Upon entering, I spy the closest, easiest-to-get-to sitting area 鈥 spots like the edge of a pillow-less sitting window, or the top of a fully in-use radiator 鈥 surfaces I wouldn鈥檛 even want my cats to nest on. But, hey, if sitting on them means I don鈥檛 have to make awkward small talk with boisterous coworkers, then so be it. I know. It鈥檚 exhausting. It鈥檚 sad. It鈥檚 pathetic. I want to be the female Don Draper. So, for a week, I was.

You probably have many questions: How in the world did you keep your social anxiety in check? When did you even find time to go out in between playing ready, set, Netflix? Did your hands shake? Did your cats miss you? Dunno, just did, yes, and very much.

So how did I begin? Well, basically, I googled 鈥渂est extrovert traits鈥 and then copied them. Yes, I plagiarized extroverts. I鈥檓 a plagovert. I passed their traits off as my own. And it was one of the best weeks of my life. Here鈥檚 what happened, and hopefully, my experience will inspire your own.

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Extroverts love to talk. Since I had a trip planned, I thought that chatting someone up at the airport would be ideal for setting this doozy of a task in motion. And since I am spoken for (there is a ring on it), I thought, Hey, maybe I鈥檒l meet my very best friend here, and we鈥檒l have sleepovers and casserole-swapping get-togethers, and maybe I鈥檒l even be her maid of honor when it鈥檚 her turn to walk down that proverbial aisle (she鈥檒l be the most beautiful bride in the world). Too much? Probably, but make no mistake: This is where my mind goes.

Well, I did not find my BFF. I did, however, meet a fellow film buff who I learned is writing, producing and scouting his next film. He was kind and thoughtful and inquisitive. He was an extrovert. And though making small talk with this complete stranger resulted in more stress sweat than I care to admit, I am glad I was able to pull it off. However, the percent chance I will ever do it again lies somewhere between null and void.

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Socializing helps extroverts feel energized and inspired. Ugh, socializing. I used to get so agitated when a company I worked for had forced social sessions, demanding members of disparate departments get together over drinks and finger foods. Which, by the way, an introvert translates to 鈥済et ready to sit on something really uncomfortable and nod like a bobble-headed fool, because you鈥檙e too timid to engage in any convo.鈥

Now, I鈥檓 not necessarily a negative person 鈥 I believe they call that 鈥渞ealistic鈥 鈥 but the first thing that comes to mind when someone asks me to do something is, 鈥淯m, no, I can鈥檛. Busy.鈥 But unless you consider having dinner with a couple of four-legged creatures 鈥減lans,鈥 then, no, I鈥檓 never really busy. I鈥檓 just scared. Of what, though? Of nurturing friendships? Of having some fun? I don鈥檛 know. So for the sake of this experiment, I gave an emphatic YES! anytime someone asked me to hang.

I was actually surprised I still had people who were even asking. One can only take so many no鈥檚 before they peace out for good, you know? So, yeah, I went to a spin class (novice spinner right here!), saw a show (in Times Square, an introvert鈥檚 seventh circle of hell), went on a literary pub crawl (and even made friends with strangers), and went on a double date with the better half (his friends, not mine). It was awesome.

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Extroverts allow people to get to know them easily. This one鈥檚 hard. I can鈥檛 tell you how obnoxious it is to hear someone say, 鈥淚 don鈥檛 let just anybody in.鈥 But I don鈥檛 let just anybody in. I don鈥檛. It鈥檚 too weird. It takes me a good year, maybe two, for anyone to actually, really know me. Seriously, a friend of mine thought that I was above petty Bachelor/Bachelorette discussions because I didn鈥檛 immerse myself in their high-octave ramblings. Little did she know, I was engaging from within. But I couldn鈥檛 fault her. Being misunderstood falls strictly into 鈥渕y own fault鈥 territory. How is anyone supposed to know how deep my obsession for mind-numbing reality TV goes if I don鈥檛 speak up?

So, I shared stuff. I told my friends about how I, too, never miss a night watching the train wreck that is 鈥渨ho will be the next Mrs. Higgins?鈥 (I might even attend a watching party next week鈥 I鈥檒l have to check my schedule though). During that before-mentioned double date, I allowed myself to get a little more personal than usual. Meaning my answers to those inevitable get-to-know-you questions didn鈥檛 stop at, 鈥淵es, I like guacamole. Do you?鈥 The conversation, like the tangy margs, flowed. I actually found that they were nervous a bit also. Which, in some kind of twisted way, calmed my nerves a bit. And allowed me to just be me鈥 if only for a night.

Look, the moral of the story is this: No one cares if you鈥檙e shy. No one cares if you鈥檙e quiet. No one cares if you鈥檙e super nervous in social situations. They care about you. You just have to let them. And though I have actually retreated a bit back into my safe little shell with my furry BFFs and my trusty streaming entertainment, something did come out of this: I have plans next week.

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