As much as I dislike labels, this one is certainly me, and there's nothing like a holiday involving other people that brings it out. Hello! I'm Jane, and I'm an introvert. Specifically, one who needs a moment or two longer than the social norm to formulate a verbal response that has any kind of pertinence and/or clarity. And just to compound the issue, the fact that I am like this makes me feel utterly awkward, which then further delays my response. The cycle is vicious, yo.
I dread the question, "What's new?" or worse yet, the fateful request common in interviews, "Tell me about yourself." If you'd like to know my full thoughts on anything, myself included, let me write you an email, because I don't think fast enough on my feet to get ideas across thoroughly or sometimes even in a syntax that makes sense. I've learned to cope somewhat over the years with practice and humor, but mostly it's an ongoing struggle.
For additional fun, I am distracted by odd things. Don't mind me; I'm just going to stare down at the shrubbery next to me where the sunlight has hit perfectly to create brilliant color and shadow that I am trying to commit to memory to recreate later on paper or in words. I don't mean to leave gaps in the conversation, but sometimes my efforts to achieve "normal" falter a bit.
So, to wrap up this peekaboo into my inner awkwardness, I ask that all you blessed extroverts and fast thinkers please be patient with those who might have a really interesting view of the world to add to the conversation but cannot articulate well in the speed of conversation.