I am an introvert with a capital I. When I did the modified Myers-Briggs upon entrance to St. John’s College, I scored a 10 of 10 on the introversion scale (so naturally I claimed to be the perfect inrtovert, it’s all in the spin). What this does do is make social interaction an interesting and at times daunting chore. This past weekend being a good example.
Saturday I had been out walking in the Polo Park area of Winnipeg and decided to drop in on my friends Brad and Colleen Unger, and their two children Naomi who’s 2 and Levi who’s around six months. I found them at home and a quick pop-in turned into a very pleasant three-hour visit complete with a walk down to DQ afterwards.
Sunday after church I went out to my brother Cameron’s house for lunch with him and his family including the newest addition a five-and-a-half week old Chesapeake Bay Retriever named Monty. Hopefully I’ll be able to get a hold of some digital pics of the dog to post. This visit was also very pleasant and also about three hours. Later that evening I got together with my friends Steve and Bev Solomon who are home visiting from Myanmar. This once again was a very pleasant visit.
In all three of the visits I felt that I had been a recipient of rest and encouragement and spent time in the company of people I care for and who care for me. Yet, despite this, as I waited for the bus to take me home from Steve’s parents place, among the very first thoughts I had was, “I’m glad I’m finally alone.” In addition, today I have felt the same way, that it’s too difficult to deal with people and if I don’t see anyone for a couple of weeks that will be fine. For me, that is the biggest challenge that the idea of community presents for me. Forget about living as a community, I have trouble making an effort to spend enough time with people for our relationships to qualify as community.